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Post by Kisuke Inori on Nov 2, 2010 7:14:17 GMT 1
Name: Kisuke Inori Physical Age: Twenty-One (21) Actual Age: 150 Rank: 0 Specialists: Zanjutsu: Non-Specialist Hakuda: Non-Specialist Hoho: Master {Shunpo: 5} Kido: Non-Specialist Division: 1 Seat: Unseated Kido:Hado:Hadō No. 4: Byakurai (Way of Destruction No. 4: White Lightning) Type: Destruction Art. Description: The user gathers a tiny amount of reiatsu to the fingertip of their dominant index finger, extending it outward along with the middle finger. The other fingers are folded into the palm. The user then lays the palm of their off hand face-down on the wrist of the dominant hand. The fingertip will swell with blue-white energy before exploding forward in a narrow, piercing beam of white lightning-like reiatsu, capable of punching holes through opponents. Incantation: White chariot! Blue soldiers, rustled leaves, thirteen black clouds, unleash the sky! Hado no Yon: Byakurai! Restrictions: -- Spell Points: 1 Hadō No. 33: Sōkatsui (Way of Destruction No. 33: Blue Fire, Crash Down) Type: Destruction Art. Description: The user gather reiatsu to their fingers, extending the palm of their dominant hand to point towards the target, fingers extended. The off hand is placed on the dominant shoulder, with the palm facing away from the body. The index and middle fingers of the off hand are extended straight up and the rest are folded into the palm. The dominant hand will crackle with blue energy before releasing a large, flame-like burst of reiatsu from that spreads out in a wide cone fashion, dealing harsh burns to whatever is struck by the reiatsu. Incantation: Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui! Restrictions: -- Spell Points: 1 Bakudo: 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: -- Spell Points: 1 Other: None Zanpakutou: Name: Unknown Appearance: Sealed: Kisuke's Zanpakutou in its sealed state resembles a katana of about twenty-eight (28) inches long for the blade itself, and eight inches for the hilt, making his Zanpakutou thirty-six inches or three feet in total length. The blade is slightly curved and with a single wave line to the cutting edge. The hilt consists of a silver scaled undercover, and dark red cloth wrappings, a single gold dragon decoration in the center of the hilt. The pommel on both ends are made from a pale brown metal that secures the hilt in place, the hilt end decorated with vine designs. The guard is made of the same material, and shaped into the form of a tri-bladed shuriken, a circular band around the outside. The sheath's pommel is also made of the same material, vine designs on both sides. The first few inches down the sheath is black, while the rest is a combination of red and black, but mostly red. A dark red leather cord is tied around the sheath, and used to tie the katana to Kisuke. Along both sides of the sheath are three yellow symbols that have designs of a tri-shuriken like the guard, the first with a five petal flower around it, the second a thick circular band, and the third mostly solid except for a space on the inside in the shape of the shuriken. Shikai: Unknown Bankai: Unknown Manifestation: Unknown Inner World: Unknown Release Phrase: Unknown Abilities: Shikai: Unknown Bankai: Unknown Appearance: Kisuke is not an average person to begin with, be it personality wise, but most particularly how he looks. Extremely youthful, he's an attractive man, not a day over twenty-one. An oval face with a sharp, pronounced chin, he's gloss white without being almost pale, having just enough tint in his skin to show that he does go out into the sun. Standing at a height of exactly six feet, some might consider him underweight, being only 135 pounds and skinny, but he neither minds nor cares too much about it. He's still healthy and that's all that matters. In the long run, he weighs more in muscle than in body fat, though his skinny self doesn't clearly show it. With long brown and wavy hair down his back, he keeps it healthy, but it's often untamed, freely doing as it wishes. His most defining feature is his eyes, an unnatural steel blue, mystifying as it is hypnotic.
As far as clothing, his exotic tastes range depending on his mood but most of the time when he isn't on duty, he wears a purple and red robe under an open blue one, extravagant, and with elements of Miao designs in the fabrics. When he's on duty, he wears the standard shihakusho that almost all Shinigami wear. He only has a few additions to any clothing he wears, such as wearing waraji with socks to match his clothing. With any clothing, he always ties a purple and red ribbon to a small portion of his hair that's been braided. It's more of a habit and personal preference himself, and amongst the tangles of his hair, most people don't even notice the braid. Around his left wrist are two silver bands, one with two bells and the other with hanging slits of silver. The final addition is that of a slender mask he hangs by his side or wears on his face, mostly to freak people out. Personality: People will generally think of Kisuke as a soft-spoken man with a big stick. A very cunning man amongst the many spirits of Soul Society, particularly the Shinigami and nobles, he was a rare tongue in a bag of illiterate men and women when he was first found, so much that even nobles dared not speak when he did; a man of manipulation to match the best of them. However, despite his influence, he composes himself to honor, discipline, loyalty, humility, and most of all duty, and rarely seeks a profit by any means: he merely wants to make sure he lives comfortably while attending to his duties. One such duty he attends to is to teach those who don't respect these traditions, or who try to gain profit through another's pain, and remind them through the worst measures he can inflict: trickery and humiliation.
He's not so stuck up though that duty is all he thinks about. It's only under extreme cases he finds himself preforming such tasks, and even then, he's not stuck up. In every day life, he likes to talk or hear other people talk, sometimes about themselves, sometimes about nothing at all. What people generally don't realize is that sometimes he's formal, and every other time, he's cracking jokes. Early on, he learned a sharp tongue did not work in casual conversations. Why be so tense all the time when you can enjoy the simple pleasures of life? Laugh, be happy, and don't give a fuck what other people think. Puzzles and board games are his favorite, and he spends a portion of his time playing Shogi and Go against other people. The only thing he absolutely won't tolerate is when someone disrespects him, his division, or his friends. To do so is the equivalent of turning an influential nobleman, and his connections, against you. In truth, while he has studied the courts, he finds them dull these days. They were dull before, but now, they're still dull. He'd rather get out more than be in a room full of men who don't know how to laugh. Now when he addresses someone, he tends to call them by their first name, followed by an honorific, more out of habit than anything else: an example of how casual he is. He even does that with his enemies, preferring to know their name before any sort of conflict, but that's not always possible. Studying and training fill some of his schedule, and he doesn't insult people by refusing a fight. He'd rather crack jokes than fight frankly. History: {Music: Soundscape to Ardor}
The earliest known memories he can recall are of a city, him standing on a balcony and looking over it, watching a parade go by and the people smiling as they danced in the streets. It was a grand festival: fireworks were let off, entertainers preformed tricks, and wonderful food could be seen on every corner. People ate and drank to their heart's content, and he could remember a sense of joy, a pleasure that filled him from watching children and their happy faces. His memory blanks out at that point about what happened next, because the next thing he could remember was running. He was running so far, so fast, with a skilled and graceful stride as he ran. He ran because he wanted to. He ran because he had to. Chaos ruled the city, the festival stands torn to pieces, builds were on their sides, and bodies filled the streets. He could only remember a deep emotion, so deep that shock him to a core of his soul that was...down right scary. But even to this day, he could not remember what emotion that was. Fear? Hatred? Revenge? He didn't know. That was the end of the memory.
His first collective, conscious memory of being himself...was having his head in a trash can. He was sitting on the ground, his back against a wall behind him, and it wasn't a big trash can, just large enough to fit over his head. He can remember just sitting there, his mind fuzzy, but empty. He thought of nothing, did nothing, just stared at the inside of the can, and saw the light from the sun on the ground around him during the day, and then complete darkness at night. He sat like this for a long time, almost three days. He wasn't uncomfortable, just content. In the background of his mind, he could feel that he was hungry, but he made no move to satisfy it. Like a weight, he only sat there, fully awake and not even bothering to sleep. He was fully aware of the weird around him, his sense of touch, his hearing, he could hear people sometimes, but always they were far away. No one bothered to come to him.
One day, he heard a pair of horses shuffle nearby, pulling a carriage, and a group of people talked amongst themselves. Their voices went quiet when they neared, seeing Kisuke against the wall, and one went over to him. They tried to stir him to action, poking his leg, his shoulder, and then stopped when a woman spoke up. They moved around, but Kisuke could not tell what they were doing. Gently, the can atop his head was pulled off, and his hair was let loose down his neck and shoulders. The light he was not use to blurred his vision for several moments as he stared and blinked at the white ground. "My...what's your name?" The voice of the woman was sweet on his ears and as he looked up, the sun in the distance, he saw a noble, her orange hair flowed around her, and her blue kimono framed her figure. It was almost mystical the scene in front of him.
{Music: Wandering Way}
Until she kicked him in the face with her foot. "What the hell was that for?" he yelled at the top of his lungs, standing up suddenly as he spoke, right in front of her and his face red with anger. Then, just as suddenly, his legs gave out, and he collapsed forward. The last thing he felt before passing out were the woman's warm arms catching him. He awoke on his back, comfortable on a mat, his head held up, and a cold rag on his forehead, recently damp with water dripping down his temples. He stared up at a ceiling to a room, and as he got up, taking the rag off his head, he noticed the sun was out. It was the morning of the next day. He wore fresh clothes, his hair clean and someone had tied a ribbon to a small braid in the back of his head. It looked strange to him, as he was a man, so why have braids in his hair?
"Oh good, you're awake." Kisuke looked up and saw the woman from before in a doorway, dressed not in a blue kimono but an expensive silk, red furisode. She smiled sweetly, and a few more people came in after her, likely servants as they brought in clothes, some green, some white, and others of varying colors. "Please, wear what fancies you." Kisuke was unfamiliar with what was going on, and wasn't sure why this woman was suddenly being so kind to him. He still felt hungry, but it wasn't so painful now. Using his arms to support himself, he slowly began to stand up, and he wavered in place, as if he had never used his legs before now. Ironically, once he found himself standing, he picked out what stood out to him the most, a purple and red robe with an open blue overcoat, the same type he would wear for years to come. Afterward, he was treated to food, as much as he desired, and as much solitude he needed to get use to his surroundings. He didn't understand why they were doing this, but he was very grateful none-the-less.
He spent three days walking about, and he learned that he now stayed at what was called an estate, kept up and running by a Noble House called the Inori. Everyone, he saw different flags and banners carrying the symbol of the Inori. He was given books for his pleasure reading, and even allowed to play games of Go and Shogi. He would play them for hours, sometimes against other people, but most of the time, against himself. One day, some time after morning, a knock came to Kisuke's door, asking permission to enter. It was not one of the servants, because this voice was that of an older man, possibly older than Kisuke. He gave it, and in comes in a man in his fifties, dark circles under his eyes, and gray hair. He wore a blue kimono, but there was something about him that looked familiar. The man noticed that Kisuke was playing Go, and offered to play a game with him. Kisuke saw no harm to it, and gladly accepted, clearing the board for the match.
{Music: History Tells}
Kisuke didn't stand a chance against this man. He called himself Yudai, and played with just fierce strategy, it was hard following what move was which. Kisuke, however, after losing five games, made a come back. He had until that point only played Go against himself, having already beaten several of the servants at it, and knew of only so many ways of play. After watching Yudai, Kisuke picked up on his moves and strategy. It was after noon when Kisuke won his seventh game against Yudai. "You, my friend, are impossible!" Yudai said with pleasure, laughing loudly at how he was so utterly defeated in a game of Go against Kisuke. Kisuke modestly shrugged, calling it luck. "Perhaps," Yudai mused, still grinning and looking across the board at Kisuke. "But it's more than that. Rina tells me as much." Puzzled by the name, Kisuke asked who that is. "Why, my daughter, of course. I believe you two already met." Turning to the door, it slid open, and there sat Rina, the woman with orange hair that he had met before.
"Sorry about kicking you from before," she said shyly, bowing to be sincere, but at the same time, she was giggling over the memory of the incident. "I had to be sure of something." Sure of something? Sure of what? But wait a minute...daughter?! Kisuke was stunned speechless.
{Music: A Childhood Memory}
"I am Yudai Inori, owner of the Inori estates and head of the Noble House of Inori. This is my daughter, Rina Inori. We would like for you to join our family." What? Kisuke was not only stunned completely, he was flabbergasted. In the last few days he's been here, reading, and thinking by himself, he learned a little of the outside world. He knew he was apart of a place called Soul Society, protected by the Shinigami and who fought against beasts known as Hollows. The Noble Houses were classes of Nobility, the Inori Family being one of them, and he had been wondering these past few days why he was being treated so kindly by them. "Rina sensed you were different from other people. Truthfully, I didn't believe her until now. It's hard to explain, and I still can't quite put my finger on it why you are different. Your eyes are so sharp for someone as young as you. You're special, as my daughter puts it." Rina immediately blushes at that comment, looking down and toying with her fingers in embarrassment. "What do you say? Do you accept?"
Kisuke was still having trouble understanding: why him? He voiced his concerns as much. "Look at the board in front of you." He did so, and looked at the Go game they had played, various black pieces in some locations, but the board was mainly covered in white pieces. "I have played Go for five hundred years, and you are the first I have seen to play as aggressively as you have. There was almost an anger to your movements, but finely controlled, and delivered. The first time you won, I was surprised, but the more I saw you learn from my moves, and counter against them, I saw something else. You were fighting against yourself. You're confused, aren't you?" Blinking, Kisuke hadn't realized that he was gripping his hand so hard, breaking the tiny stone he had held in his hand. He slowly told them what little of a story he had, and the only things he could remember.
"Many who wake here know little of their past life." Yudai said, softly and quietly, watching with a sort of sadness in his eyes. "Even I don't, or Rina, but you remember. Maybe later on, those memories will make sense, when you've learned who you are. Speaking of such, I don't believe I know your name."
"...Kisuke...Kisuke Inori." He wasn't sure why he went ahead and said that, but in just one sentence, he had accepted their offer. Something Yudai said made him feel that if he did accept, he would find out. Maybe not now, but he would. As an adopted son, he began his life amongst the Nobles, and over time, learned their ways for the next one hundred and fifty years. It was made very apparent that he was stronger than an average soul that existed in Soul Society, and his studies were long, his training just as much. Being a noble was harder than it looked, and his time spent was used widely among many things, but he never did go solely into one thing or another. Negotiations, trade, councils, the works.
Over time, he grew to view Yudai as a father. Eventually, Kisuke took Rina as his wife after twenty years. They had grown close over the many years, and though they never showed direct affection, or rather could not because of their duties, they admitted their love for each other one night away from the others. Yudai strongly approved of the union, and blessed it. Rina had done more than just be his wife, she also taught him lessons that formed his personality. She did not conform to the wishes of others just because they thought she should, she decided her own fate, and her own choices. Kisuke admired that the most about her, and her causal, spastic attitude that he fondly grew to have as well. Rina only wished they weren't as restricted to this Noble life. It was too confining, a feeling he also felt when amongst the Noble Houses. The Inori Family did not serve one of the Four Great Houses, but rather served itself, making business and honor hard to come by, but their eventual status put them high, a position of almost equal influence.
{Music: Soundscape To Ardor}
A tragedy fell upon Kisuke one day. After a hundred and twenty years, Rina became extremely sick, and on her death bed, they spent hours together, Kisuke forsaking all his other duties to be by her side. They were not angry, but happy to have been together for so very long. Rina had suggested some years ago that they join Shino Academy, a way of getting away from the nobility and enter a life where they can be free. Kisuke already possessed a large amount of spiritual energy, though untrained to be a Shinigami, and would no doubt be accepted into the Academy to be trained. Rina, however, would not live to see that day. She died in her sleep, and Kisuke watched over her. A funeral was set and carried out soon after, but Kisuke did not shed tears. In solitude, he looked over the meadows that had become his home, and remembered in silence his memories.
A week passed, and during a formal session in a court room, many nobles had assembled to discus matters of a trade dispute. At least two hundred had gathered, and the meeting was about to start...when....
"Oh, that Inori girl? Who cares about her? She was nothing but trash! So unrefined! A disgrace to nobility!"
"What did you say?!" The man's words had echoed in the room, and their unfortunate receiver had been none other than Kisuke himself. He was across the room before anyone could stop him and in one swift move, lifted the noble into the air by the collar of his shirt. Kisuke had trapped his emotions inside because he believed Rina deserved his best. He would continue on living, being happy, and fulfilling their dream, so that she would smile for him, wherever she rested now. His sadness was turned into anger, an anger so hot that it literately formed his Reiatsu without him realizing it. The man could do nothing but be afraid of this man. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF RINA!!!" Yudai had also been present and luckily went over to Kisuke to pull him away before he could do anything else. Though it had only been for a moment, Kisuke Reiatsu had definitely formed before disappearing.
"You! You-!" said the noble, backing up and breathing from the encounter he just had, his hand to his chest as he sighed. "How dare you touch me! I'm of a class unlike you, you rag! Your family is nothing but a bunch of scum claiming false nobility!" Even Yudai was getting angry over this, but as the silence of the room reached an awkward moment, Kisuke released himself from Yudai's grasp. The noble jumped back as Kisuke walked over there, not running as he had, but instead, he grabbed his collar again and pulled him close to see the anger in his eyes. The anger Yudai saw before, so many years ago, was now set in motion. And the fuel for the fire was endless.
"Then tell me: who was it that helped organize these meetings?" Kisuke asked in a voice loud enough to be heard across the entire room. Kisuke, for years, helped in many aspects of Noble life, or at least the ones concerning the direct line of business around the area. He had helped for ages, even lead more than one meeting concerning internal affairs. Though they did not directly did business with the Shinigami, they caught more than one eye from them. "Who was it that brought a more comfortable life style for more than one of you?! Who brought business to your doorstep when you only had status to cling to?! WHO BROUGHT CHANGE TO YOUR HOUSES?!" Every noble in that room were glued to the scene, and the one Kisuke held up was the most terrified of them all. "The Inori family brought change here, and when you insult a member of my family, you insult me! Show some honor and respect, and if you do not know their meanings, then I will teach them to you! Remember this: when you insult the deceased, when you insult those dear to me, when you insult the one who gave me my life, I WILL BRING A PLAGUE ON ALL YOUR HOUSES!!!"
That man was not a noble for very much longer after that. Kisuke cried for a long time. He looked out over the meadows and cried, only bothering to eat and sleep. For seven days and seven nights, he went on this way, but news of the incident traveled fast during that time. On the eighth day, he left the Inori estates, giving thanks to Yudai, visiting Rina's grave one last time, and promised only to return when he was a Shinigami. Thus he set himself to the Shino Academy, and it didn't take him long to settle in. He rarely hung out with the noblemen he took the Advance Classes with, but rather, he talked with others, men and women from poor living styles, people you don't see unless you live like them. Though they were afraid at first of talking to him, Kisuke's playful demeanor eliminated any doubt of ill intent. It was an interesting experience.
He spent about nine years of training at the Shino Academy, and though he was not exceptionally skilled in Zanjutsu, Kido, or Hakudo, yet had enough skill to not be fooled, he mastered Hoho, a most impressive feat. Even if he wasn't skilled, those who were could never hit him, and his cunning mind devised ways of outdoing his enemies by some of the most basic of means. His exceptional skill at strategy placed him immediately in the First Division of the Gotei 13, but he did not get a seated position. He wasn't much irritated about it, because the First Division was common for high standards and his fields other in Hoho were lacking at present, but in either case, he knew he would get there. He visited Yudai after graduation, found him doing well as expected from the frequent letters they wrote back and forth. He visited Rina, wearing the uniform of a Shinigami, and cried, the first time in nine years. He promised to do the best he could; he promised to make her proud. Now that he was here, he wanted to do better. He would make sure he was happy with his life, and would see to it that she smiled, wherever she was now. In truth, he preferred being a Shinigami. A lot more freedom. |
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