Post by Big Black Fish on Jan 3, 2010 7:45:12 GMT 1
Otaku Samurai Crimson Scar | |
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Age: 77
Height: 6'5
Weight: 227
Appearance:
Otaku Samurai's appearance sheds light upon dominance, as his stature is abrasive, with a personality to match. He stands fully at 6'5, 227 pounds, full of strength and muscle. Upon his head flows thick, black hair that falls down passed his shoulders. His eyebrows crease downwards, giving the appearance of intense gleaming eyes. Traced across his face lies an untold story that only he is capable of telling. The crimson scar, engraved into his skin that spreads across his face from ear to ear tells a tale of his past, and it will forever remind him of the horrid events that took place, causing the ghastly image that lays upon him.
Samurai obtains broad shoulders, displaying his profound strength as his arms remain similar. His arms, vastly bulk as it comes with immense strength, as it grants the capability to swing his Zanpakutou in a lethal manner, severing foe in their wake. His chest, and entire torso is bulk, as years of hard work and dedication to become a Shinigami enables such manifestation that he obtains. Behold, underneath Samurai's frequently worn, thick armor lies a refined, masculine chest as it is just another exhibition of his prominence.
Along with his upper body, his lower half remains muscular all the same. Although, his lower half is merely used for agility, and travel, he remains fit all the same. The very base is thick, filled with muscle. His kick could be measured to be more powerful than his arms as they too obtain strength to that of an ox. His legs down to his toes provide agility, and nimble feet. He has a common stance, not pigeon toed nor inward toed, but rather flat footed. The walk he grew into is somewhat a display of confidence and command. He swings his arms far and wide with each prolonged step, as he keeps his masculine balance in check.
The Way of the Samurai:
You hear of the alleged tragedies of our time, but never are you capable of witnessing such tales with your own eyes, but for anyone who has taken a ponder upon my face, you understand the story of my horror in full detail through the clear image of the crimson scar.
The story has long since passed in my life, however, the events are played out in mind as if they were only a short time ago. The searing pain, and the stained image remains in my head like a beam of light in a house of mirrors; everlasting. As I peered through the window, I would gaze directly at them as the six men advanced towards my door; each looking to be the common passerby, but even I, at the young age of 8, could depict the fact of murderous intent gleaming in their eyes. As I would back away from the small window, I would notice my father rushing forwards,
"What is it?" He would inquire, with a demanding tone. My mouth would open, but close once again as a muffled voice burst from behind the door.
"Open up! We know you're in there!" Instantly, my father would dash into the room that was only a few feet away, returning with his beloved weapon at his side. The sheath would remain by his side with the weapon inside, however, his thumb would twitch over the hilt as if he were prepared for battle. I was confused at the moment, had I known the severity of the situation I would have helped, only I was too young then, incapable of comprehending the sinistral world I had been born into. My mother would turn the corner, as she heard the pounding of fists upon the door, as she too would quickly exit and return with a sword at her side. She was much less skilled than my father, however, numbers would only help if a battle was about to break loose.
"Hide Otaku... Now!"
With no further warning, a kick at the door and it would burst open as the men began poring in taking eye at my parents. "Well, well, well... Seems you know what we're here for don't you." The tallest man would speak as he stood in front. I didn't manage to move from my spot as I viewed the six men positioning themselves around my mother and father. I would receive a vile look from one of the vermin that lay foot in our home, however, I still was too shocked to move.
"Be rid of your presence here, we don't intend to provoke trouble." My fathers words were kind enough, intelligent, but they were demands all the same. He would onnly to be responded with the sound of unsheathed weaponry, as my adrenaline began coursing through me as I came to the realization of the inevitable. It was then and there would I know my parents were about to receive a death sentence, but I couldn't manage to move a single muscle within my body.
The men would suddenly lunge forwards, breaking out into a brawl, slashing their swords as I heard the first collision of katana's, resounding the piercing 'clang', only shortly after to hear swords meet the human skin. I saw it, as my eyes widened, my own mother laying in a pool of blood. My father was still standing, as he swung his sword down upon one of the men's shoulders, sliding it through and off his punctured skin. However, his futile efforts to defend himself were effortless, as a katana was brought down into the his back, as two more sliced through his chest. He would fall beside my mother, as I would scream out his name. They turned to meet their eyes with the voice that played out from my innocence.
"Well look what we have here..." A man would say, with a slithering tone.
"Remember, the kid has to live..." A man from the shadows would cry out, only to be shut up through harsh words. Even to this very day I have absolutely no idea why I was spared, as I ponder on this thought every day of my life for I struggle to find the answer even in my more sophisticated age.
"Fear not, little one, for death hasn't caught up with you just yet, I will only be giving you a little memento to your past; I'll need you to remember this day very cleary." I would burst out into a sprint for the door, as my path was quickly averted, only to be seized by massive hands as the flung me to the floor. I would take notice to the sizzling of an iron weld, as red and white flared off from the tip. I realized my fate only a few seconds before it was sealed. I struggled to get away, but it was impossible to release the grip of the man. The iron would slowly descend upon my face, as I screamed in writhing pain. They had held it their four five seconds... I remember, for I counted each lasting second, as it was the most painful and agonizing five seconds I've ever forced to endure. The pain shot through from ear to ear, passing across my nose just below my eye line as I kicked the floor attempting to ease the pain; nothing helped. The word 'Samurai' would be forever imprinted upon my face.
They retreated from my house as they trotted their way out, laughing at me as I bellowed in pain. It took me a few hours to summon enough strength to move, but once I did I managed to drag myself by my parents side only realizing they had been long since passed. I would weep by their side, as I promised myself from that moment on to succeed in vengeance upon our family, as I would prove my worth to the Samurai family, and see to it that judgment had a fair price.
I would become on my own from that day forward, as I would take it upon myself to achieve in becoming a Shinigami, for I knew my Father would be proud. My mother would have detested the idea, as it was always in her best nature to keep me safe, but in the end she would always support me regardless. However, I didn't do it for her, or my father, I did it for myself, to deem myself worthy of receiving the name of Samurai, to decline to succumb to tragedy, and to achieve superior greatness in favor of my family.
Specialists:
- Zanjutsu Specialist
- Hohō Specialist
- Shunpo: 8
Rank: 2
Division: Eleventh
Seat: Unseated.
Zanpakutou
Fiinikkusu, the blade of the exalted Samurai. Otaku Samurai has a heart of fire, and as such, the Inner Soul of his Zanpakutou is none other than a Fire Phoenix. The blade succumbs to the traditional styles of an Odachi, as the hilt is lengthy, amounting to a staggering as it refrains from having a natural curve. The hilt of the weapon is a turquoise green color, as a small orange string with the fur of a lion hangs down from the hilt of the blade. The hilt measures to about 1'and at the very edge of the hilt from the borders of the actual sword lies a rounded triangular surface that rests against the hand that holds it to ensure a tight grip. The entire blade extends to about 6' in length, 2" in width.
Her released stage is much more fierce than that of her sealed stage, as it provides a unique art of finesse as the blade transforms into a two equivalent sides extending from one side of the hilt to the other. The hilt lies directly in the center of the two opposing blades, as it doubles in length, originally being 1' and expands to 2'. The blades themselves grows another 4' in length. As the blade gets closer to the tip, the width of the blade gradually widens, as the width of the blade expands 2' as it gets closer to the end, curving back around to appear similar to that of the wings of a phoenix. The curve arches back around towards the wielder, attaining an elegant design of two phoenix wings upon the curve. With intricate detail, small ridges and an unconventional serrated edge, the design itself takes the wings of Fiinikkusu herself. A subtle addition to the blade; hidden within the metal is a liquidized steel that is capable of extending , enabling either side to stretch passed its solidified limit as either side can be bent, curved, stretched in any direction and retracted back inwards. This enables for long range battle as well as close range, considering one side can be extended while the other remains the common blade. The liquid steel itself can advance to a maximum of 10 meters for one portioned side of the blade, however, if both sides are released simultaneously, the capability of distance is 5 meters on either side.
Manifestation:
Fiinikkusu, an elegant Fire Phoenix, capable of obliterating the very land she sets foot on. Her massive strength is displayed through a single stroke of her wings, as it sets her ascending into the air. She sets ablaze the air around her as the fire that trails her every movement is as crisp as cindering lava. Each individual feather upon her coruscating body is a scorchng temperature beyond any solid substance could handle. Her molten fire could melt even lava itself, as it was more molten than molten itself; as a single touch will melt the flesh off any human being. The only portion of this beautiful creatures body that is not abrupt in flames is her face. Her beak, piercingly sharper than that of a Shingami's Zanpakutou itself, while her eyes gleam pass the sun's blinding rays itself. It would seem with a single gaze of her eye line would melt the horizons alone. Many scars lay across her profile, a similarity to Otaku, and a symbolism to the many battles she has endured through her many years of life.
Inner World:
In the vast openings of this world, an auburn red sky is permanently set with the presence of the astounding Phoenix. Upon an active volcano top rests the beautiful creature of Fiinikkusu, as a carved path through the thick, and many winding steps of stone lead to an aerial view of the Phoenix, and far away from the massive explosions of lava. Even the clouds that lay not too far from the crest of stone boil from her presence as she ascends into the air to meet the sky. Many small fire birds soar the sky in pursuit of the Phoenix, although it is not known if these are descendants of Fiinikkusu herself, or wary birds attempting to follow the superior path of the fire bird. Over the vast lands seen from this massive view lay active volcanoes, one for a single year the Phoenix has lived, while many lay dormant waiting to stream fire with life.
Release Phrase:
飛ぶ Moetsuku, Fiinikkusu. (Ignite, Phoenix)
Abilities:
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Kido
- Hadō No. 4: Byakurai (Way of Destruction No. 4: White Lightning)
- Hadō No. 7: Kosharashi (Way of Destruction: Withering Tempest)
- Hadō No. 8: Eiei Arashi (Way of Destruction: Thunderstorm Ravens)
- Hadō No. 11: Tsuzuri Raiden (Way of Destruction No. 11: Bound Lightning)
- Hadō No. 27: Sanrai Shunha (Way of Destruction No. 27: Triple Thunder Flash Tooth)Statistics
1 - 40: 5
41 - 80: 0
Bakudo
Other Kido Abilities
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