Post by maxintonti on Nov 30, 2010 4:34:20 GMT 1
Name: Maximilien Intonti
Age: Apparently 22, Actually 86
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance:
The physical characteristics of Intonti aren't much to behold, They are that of a regularly slim human anatomy. There isn't a sign of scarring from injury or that of needed surgery. The skin itself is a bit rougher, as of bodily maturation, and is a healthy white color to a near tan. The muscular conception around it isn't lot, just enough to keep him from being flabby. He can easily keep it this way without needing excessive diet or work out and is quite beneficial as it doesn't make him a large target.
The cosmetic appearance of Max is not as dapper as when he was alive, He doesn't expect to need it in his line of work. Due to maturity, his face is defined and thusly makes it not to hard to see the emotions in it. This is complemented with his eyes, which are in the color brown, that can help him portray these emotions. Along with his facial features is his messy and unkempt hair, a variation of blonde which is just a bit dirty. Other than that, Max doesn't exactly try to look horrible, He does take normal precautions such as to wash up and brush his teeth.
The outfit Max wears day to day is of the standard issue soul reaper uniform. There is no augment to it and is quite bland as it is like the rest. He does his best to keep it clean and continues to wear it day in and day out. It doesn't look all that bad on Max and neither does he regret the need to wear it. Nothing is better than a job with a uniform, huh? It does allow him to know what to wear everyday, Unorganized as he is.
History:
Max was born in the United states to two loving parents of Italian heritage. As a child, He was quite a normal kid, no regretful mistakes or tragic events aside from the normal loss of family. He lived in a closely packed neighborhood of his own kind, promoting a richer experience of his own ethnicity instead of the normal melting pot. He'd be implied strong family values and a religious experience of he is. Not much despair in his life at this point, slow sailing from here as he was just a child.
As life progressed on through the teen years, he'd change slightly. He wasn't much of the gullible child being spoon-fed through education and morals. His once inactive mind would start to turn and think, challenging himself scholastically and athletically. Sure, he wasn't the best at sports or a genius, but he'd start to develop needed skills for life. Upon this, his healthy existence would pay off and slowly he'd have to mature from just plain life of the thoughtless to his own decisions.
Upon entering his last years of schoolwork, Max was near ready to be an adult at this point. He'd start to focus forth toward a career and isolated lifestyle as people started to move away. He decided that he wanted to play for a classical orchestra, taking up Violin lessons by this time as it was the instrument to be likely to get the job. He didn't exactly graduate with the highest grades as he already made plans and focused on them instead of such scholastic achievements. Well on his way, leaving from his packed crowd of ethnicity and family with his life on a new path.
He was able to get the job in years to come, moving from one orchestra to the next as time went on. This wouldn't make him much money to spend on material items, but he was quite happy like this. There was no day to day struggle for him, Just practice of music. He spent his times very carefree and positive, He'd have made his living without stress at this point. This was it for him, nothing more and nothing less of his existence.
One dreary and dark night, Max had just started to come home from practice. This wouldn't be just one venture from point A to point B as he was attacked by two thugs. He tried to defend himself, but in vain he had been knocked out and taken away. Though it would be a rather normal mugging, due to his job placement and the simplistic nature of the criminals. Quite bitter from being held hostage, this wouldn't be much of a change in a while.
Demands were made and the police were called to investigate. This would be the end of him as they would start to become extreme and malevolent within haste. Although, Max was unable to read their ideal plan of thinking, and a witty comment was made in smug pleasure of life. The last thing he would expect was them to carelessly kill him, blood profusely spouting from the temple as he slumped forth from his chair. The two whom had kidnapped him would kill themselves as well to escape the need for incarceration. Nothing would be left in the vicinity of his death place.
As a spirit, Max lingered this warehouse which was the last place of his existence. He was pensive and bitter from the experience, his lack of life upsetting him greatly. But why had he stayed on the earth was a question of his. It was nothing to concern him, regret took much of that away as he waited there. Nothing could be done, He couldn't affect the living to his own extent of knowledge and could easily phase through items.
Within months, or years as he didn't keep count, He would be finally laid to rest by soul burial. Obvious to question, He wasn't able to find this answer and just 'lived' once more. A seldom time in the Soul Society would be not less than his partaken life already. It'd be calm and serene, Yet it would not allow him to forgive those who took to a life of crime. There was only one option to him as life began to bore on him, that being learning and 'school work'.
Taking to the academy were he began to absorb knowledge of the art sword fighting and the demon art of Kidou. He took a fair time to learn these, being made ready for his job within the court guard squads. It'd take time for this to happen, years of hard work would pay off as it relaxed him slightly in the odd ways it did. By the time Max left the academy, he would be refreshed from the changing lifestyles for him. There was nothing to contemplate as he'd start to work once again.
Specialties:
Rank: Zero
Division: Sixth
Seat: Unseated
Zanpakuto: Kyoufuu
Kidou
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[/li][li]Name: Bakudô No. 8: Seki (Way of Binding No. 8: Repulse)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: Condensing the user's reiatsu in front of them, they create a small golden-colored shield of energy. The technique's defensive capability is, unfortunately, highly limited, and it can only block spells up to roughly No. 15. However, a secondary ability exists within the spell as well: opponents why physically strike the shield will be knocked backwards, sending them flying a few feet. It also paralyzes the limb that struck it for one turn.
Incantation: The royal protector, true in heart and mind, know the owner of the crown and pledge loyalty unto him. Bakudô no Hachi: Seki!
Restrictions: ---
[/li][li]Name: Bakudô No. 9: Geki (Way of Binding No. 9: Strike)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: Extending the caster's dominant hand forward, they will then begin the incantation for the spell. A red light will begin to completely envelop them, similar to new casters of the Shakkaô. When the incantation is finished, the red light will form as a thin beam of energy, which then flies towards the opponent. The red light, upon striking the opponent, will completely envelop them, hindering any and all movements, greatly reducing their speed capabilities. A sufficient counterspell is required to break the technique, as brute physical force cannot release them from something that is not completely restraining them. Lasts for three turns.
Incantation: Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!
Restrictions: Must know Bakudô no Hachi: Seki.
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Age: Apparently 22, Actually 86
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance:
The physical characteristics of Intonti aren't much to behold, They are that of a regularly slim human anatomy. There isn't a sign of scarring from injury or that of needed surgery. The skin itself is a bit rougher, as of bodily maturation, and is a healthy white color to a near tan. The muscular conception around it isn't lot, just enough to keep him from being flabby. He can easily keep it this way without needing excessive diet or work out and is quite beneficial as it doesn't make him a large target.
The cosmetic appearance of Max is not as dapper as when he was alive, He doesn't expect to need it in his line of work. Due to maturity, his face is defined and thusly makes it not to hard to see the emotions in it. This is complemented with his eyes, which are in the color brown, that can help him portray these emotions. Along with his facial features is his messy and unkempt hair, a variation of blonde which is just a bit dirty. Other than that, Max doesn't exactly try to look horrible, He does take normal precautions such as to wash up and brush his teeth.
The outfit Max wears day to day is of the standard issue soul reaper uniform. There is no augment to it and is quite bland as it is like the rest. He does his best to keep it clean and continues to wear it day in and day out. It doesn't look all that bad on Max and neither does he regret the need to wear it. Nothing is better than a job with a uniform, huh? It does allow him to know what to wear everyday, Unorganized as he is.
History:
Life
Max was born in the United states to two loving parents of Italian heritage. As a child, He was quite a normal kid, no regretful mistakes or tragic events aside from the normal loss of family. He lived in a closely packed neighborhood of his own kind, promoting a richer experience of his own ethnicity instead of the normal melting pot. He'd be implied strong family values and a religious experience of he is. Not much despair in his life at this point, slow sailing from here as he was just a child.
As life progressed on through the teen years, he'd change slightly. He wasn't much of the gullible child being spoon-fed through education and morals. His once inactive mind would start to turn and think, challenging himself scholastically and athletically. Sure, he wasn't the best at sports or a genius, but he'd start to develop needed skills for life. Upon this, his healthy existence would pay off and slowly he'd have to mature from just plain life of the thoughtless to his own decisions.
Upon entering his last years of schoolwork, Max was near ready to be an adult at this point. He'd start to focus forth toward a career and isolated lifestyle as people started to move away. He decided that he wanted to play for a classical orchestra, taking up Violin lessons by this time as it was the instrument to be likely to get the job. He didn't exactly graduate with the highest grades as he already made plans and focused on them instead of such scholastic achievements. Well on his way, leaving from his packed crowd of ethnicity and family with his life on a new path.
He was able to get the job in years to come, moving from one orchestra to the next as time went on. This wouldn't make him much money to spend on material items, but he was quite happy like this. There was no day to day struggle for him, Just practice of music. He spent his times very carefree and positive, He'd have made his living without stress at this point. This was it for him, nothing more and nothing less of his existence.
One dreary and dark night, Max had just started to come home from practice. This wouldn't be just one venture from point A to point B as he was attacked by two thugs. He tried to defend himself, but in vain he had been knocked out and taken away. Though it would be a rather normal mugging, due to his job placement and the simplistic nature of the criminals. Quite bitter from being held hostage, this wouldn't be much of a change in a while.
Demands were made and the police were called to investigate. This would be the end of him as they would start to become extreme and malevolent within haste. Although, Max was unable to read their ideal plan of thinking, and a witty comment was made in smug pleasure of life. The last thing he would expect was them to carelessly kill him, blood profusely spouting from the temple as he slumped forth from his chair. The two whom had kidnapped him would kill themselves as well to escape the need for incarceration. Nothing would be left in the vicinity of his death place.
Life After Death
As a spirit, Max lingered this warehouse which was the last place of his existence. He was pensive and bitter from the experience, his lack of life upsetting him greatly. But why had he stayed on the earth was a question of his. It was nothing to concern him, regret took much of that away as he waited there. Nothing could be done, He couldn't affect the living to his own extent of knowledge and could easily phase through items.
Within months, or years as he didn't keep count, He would be finally laid to rest by soul burial. Obvious to question, He wasn't able to find this answer and just 'lived' once more. A seldom time in the Soul Society would be not less than his partaken life already. It'd be calm and serene, Yet it would not allow him to forgive those who took to a life of crime. There was only one option to him as life began to bore on him, that being learning and 'school work'.
Taking to the academy were he began to absorb knowledge of the art sword fighting and the demon art of Kidou. He took a fair time to learn these, being made ready for his job within the court guard squads. It'd take time for this to happen, years of hard work would pay off as it relaxed him slightly in the odd ways it did. By the time Max left the academy, he would be refreshed from the changing lifestyles for him. There was nothing to contemplate as he'd start to work once again.
Specialties:
- Hakuda: {Non-Specialist} To Max, this is believed to be completely useless, seeing as he has his swords.
- Zanjutsu: {Specialist} Due to the fondness of his weapon, he's spent quite a lot of time training yet has not uncovered everything.
- Kidou: {Specialist} Even with Max's know how of the sword arts, he still has the needed touch to apply his primary style with these helpful tricks.
- Hoho: {Non-Specialist} Being the idea to deliver pain, Max does lag behind as his own style to make powerful hits that take time.
Rank: Zero
Division: Sixth
Seat: Unseated
Zanpakuto: Kyoufuu
- Name: Kyoufuu Literally "Strong Wind"
- Appearance:
Unreleased: The form taken in it's original state is that of a Daisho Pair. Although being different weapons, They share a great similarity in unison. Alone, they can be used with great power, Together there is an infinitely devastating option at hand upon their use. Makes a person proud when they know that these swords have been made especially for him, by him. The trust that Max has for the duo is immense as he chooses them to guard his body.
The first blade is the Wakizashi, the traditional short sword of japan. This is his primary attacker when in close combat, his speed and stealth in any situation that calls for it. The iron itself is a sturdy type, very durable for it's size and shape. It's seemingly made of a darker steel and helps blend in with his arm than having light rebound from it. It seems as though odd in normal view, but Max has taken a liking to it.
This he finds useful in his odd hold on the blade as well, keeping it by his forearm. This can make an attack as a pathetic excuse for a punch, quite the understatement once felt. Of course he can't keep it this way, when discovered he shall change to normal grip and back to this once forgotten. This isn't exactly easy to do as for the hilt which he tries to disguise. This is just for the blade attached to the right side of his obi sash.
His secondary weapon is the Katana, the regular ground sword of warfare for japan. This is his primary when it comes to powerful attacks which can cripple opponents not acting quickly. Other than this is the reach extending past his weapon of speed, this being his reason for it's normal use. This allows for him to distance as he fights, and with the Wakizashi he can still come in close. This customization doesn't make it so he can sustain attacking for long amounts of time though, They must be used in equal so he doesn't tire.
Aesthetically, the sword in whole is quite beautiful. The steel of the iron blade is much lighter than it's companion, a much more grayish white instead of the darker gray. It shines with lovely radiance in that of the masterful craft it is. With this is the cross guard of a bronze color, embroidered with small Fluer's in its corners. This is the same in his other sword, both with rectangular shape and decoration. Though appealing, it's not going to be what one thinks of in a battle. - Manifestation: The people of the blade are two Men in of there thirties or forties. Unofficial practitioners of music, Mice playing while the cats are away. Just a couple of gentleman tinkering with the items in their world, Speaking in uncommon slang that would confuse others.
One of the men is bald, using a stylish black fedora hat to cover it. Choosing to wear a long sleeved black shirt under a leather button up vest. This outfit is complemented by the black dress pants and shoes used by him. He's the older of the two and can easily be seen as the intellectual out of them. The man adds an extra cryptic sense to everything and has the most perplexingly positive attitude that really personifies the spirit.
The other is a bit more reckless compared to his counterpart, even when playing on instruments. He's got jet black hair that is uncanny and unkempt. He's otherwise formal wearing a tuxedo that matches his hair, the suit openly showing the white dress shirt and red tie. There's much to say from him as he speaks fast and keeps you on your feet with impulsive actions. This spirit, as a subordinate to that of the other, is pacified and cheerful as he works in conjunction with his older friend. - Inner World: A barren stage of no orchestra, standing alone is a Grand Piano on stage. Seats with instruments are adorned around this stage, Setup as if ready for a concert of classical music to be played. Within these wall's are a great amount of chairs extending to painted doorways that lead nowhere. Apparent to be made out of wood, Waxed in readiness as nothing is conducted in this vastly large area. The area is about six thousand five hundred square feet. The place itself is rather drafty and could echo any noise throughout the vacant area. It seems as of to be a Musical graveyard with the lighting being dim, but it could be seen as just a run down stadium of arts.
- Release Phrase: Wind Chime ring, Wind bell Sing, Forth Bring Kyoufuu!
- Abilities: Unknown at this point.
Kidou
- Hado
- Name: Hadô No. 1: Sho (Way of Destruction: Push)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: Gathering a tiny bit of reiatsu into the hands, the user will then place their dominant hand forward, palm extended towards the target. Then, placing their non-dominant hand behind it in the form of a cross, the hands will begin to glow with a white light. This light will then push away from the user, toppling whatever is struck by the push and sending it flying backwards.
Incantation: Broken bindings, spirit of domination, rush against the currents, shatter all sins! Hado no Ichi: Sho!
Restrictions: --- - Name: Hadô 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: ---
[/li][li]Bakudo
[/li][li]Name: Bakudô No. 8: Seki (Way of Binding No. 8: Repulse)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: Condensing the user's reiatsu in front of them, they create a small golden-colored shield of energy. The technique's defensive capability is, unfortunately, highly limited, and it can only block spells up to roughly No. 15. However, a secondary ability exists within the spell as well: opponents why physically strike the shield will be knocked backwards, sending them flying a few feet. It also paralyzes the limb that struck it for one turn.
Incantation: The royal protector, true in heart and mind, know the owner of the crown and pledge loyalty unto him. Bakudô no Hachi: Seki!
Restrictions: ---
[/li][li]Name: Bakudô No. 9: Geki (Way of Binding No. 9: Strike)
Type: Binding Art.
Description: Extending the caster's dominant hand forward, they will then begin the incantation for the spell. A red light will begin to completely envelop them, similar to new casters of the Shakkaô. When the incantation is finished, the red light will form as a thin beam of energy, which then flies towards the opponent. The red light, upon striking the opponent, will completely envelop them, hindering any and all movements, greatly reducing their speed capabilities. A sufficient counterspell is required to break the technique, as brute physical force cannot release them from something that is not completely restraining them. Lasts for three turns.
Incantation: Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!
Restrictions: Must know Bakudô no Hachi: Seki.
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