Post by ultimatellama on Jun 16, 2009 0:31:04 GMT 1
Name: Banrai Dante
Age: 28 (looks 22)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Dante's dashing charm and debonair appearance which marked him as particularly attractive when he was alive have not lessened at all since his untimely demise. Instead, he is convinced he looks more damn handsome than ever before, so the whole 'death' thing seems to have worked out fairly well for him.
He has long blond hair, is tall and muscular with a shining white grin. He has a well built body, but doesn't exercise as often as he perhaps should, so his muscles are more good looks than actual strength. He looks fantastic in anything he wears, convinced that each outfit only serves to make him MORE attractive, if such a thing is possible.
He typically pays little attention to his attire. You can't improve on perfection, right? He wears the standard uniform, but doesn't see the need to adorn it with anything much. He figures that you either have it or you don't, and he most certainly does. Why try to add anything to it?
History:
Dante was born in Japan in 1981. He lived a fairly bland life, with little to single him out from the rest of the crowd, besides his good looks and a belief that the world owed him a living. He knew that he was somehow different, special, privileged. He was convinced that he was God's gift, and you know what? There wasn't a girl alive he couldn't pull. Yes, sir, he had it made.
He graduated from college with average grades and found a badly paid office job. He had a string of short romances with the various women in the workplace until eventually there were no good ones left. With a nonchalant shrug and a view towards the future, he quit and set his sights on pastures new.
Boldly walking down the street in search of employment, he stopped one day to check his reflection in a shop window. While he adjusted his hair, a flyer on the window caught his eye. It was advertising some crappy job vacancy saving animals or some such at minimum wage, but there was a picture of a hot chick and a number to call, so he took the details down.
He rang and was the only applicant, or so the sexy voice on the other side of the phone told him. He asked her name and she said she was called Jennifer, and could he come to the animal shelter to start work tomorrow? He smiled and agreed, barely able to wait to meet this total babe. More accurately, he told himself, she couldn't wait to meet him.
The next morning, bright and early he woke up, showered, had breakfast, spent an hour or so fixing his clothes and hair and then left for his new job, only five hours late. He was in an upbeat mood, imagining the girl, a dreamy expression on his face, his eyes somewhat glazed. Perhaps this is why he didn't see the bus as he stepped out in front of the road.
It powered into him and sent him flying, barrelling across the road, his limbs flailing, his perfect hair in disarray. He was dead before he hit the ground.
He opened his eyes and sat up. Where was he? Who was he? Oh that's right, Dante. New job. New girl. Gotcha. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking down, however, he realised he was standing in what appeared to be his own corpse. 'How bizarre' he thought to himself, his brain not really working clearly yet. He stepped away from it and surveyed his surroundings. There was a crowd of people gathered, all shouting and calling people, taking pictures on their phones or looking around.
There was a bus nearby which had crashed into a grocers spilling fruit all over the pavement. No-one seemed to be able to see him. In a trance, he walked through the surreal scene, walking through people, and utterly failing to get anyone's attention. Suddenly, a voice caught his attention.
Dante recalls very little of the following Soul Burial, save the surpassing beauty of the Shinigami who performed it. He awoke in Rukongai having transferred to Soul Society. He soon found that he was one of the very very few who actually maintained his memories of his human life. He tried once to adjust to the standard life for souls, but this was neither glamorous nor exciting enough to satisfy his need to be special. Besides, there were far too few hot chicks.
When his mind turned to women as it did a couple of times every second, he invariably tried to recall the face of the woman who...did something to him. It was the one thing about his former life that he couldn't remember. Determined to find her, he set off for Seireitei. After two failed applications, he was eventually accepted into the academy for Shinigami recruits.
He stayed in the Basic class for a while, and dated a few of the girls (who he was pleased to note were of a much higher calibre than in Rukongai). After a while he began to wonder whether or not the girl might be in the illustrious Advanced class. He worked his ass off for a year and finally made it, showing a particularly large Reiatsu development and specialising in Kido primarily.
He made it to the advanced class after 2 years, and some of the babes in this class were unbelievably hot. He immediately determined it was worth the extra effort just to get better acquainted with the hotties in the Advanced class. Unfortunately for him, despite his enduring advances and repeated attempts, the girls were high nobility and wouldn't dream of sullying the family name with such an unbred and uncultured lout. Handicapped by his social class, it took him a whole week to succeed in his seductions, which for him was some kind of personal worst.
He spent the mandatory 6 years and graduated summa cum laude, and being a kido specialist was snapped up into the 5th division. There was no sign of that mysterious girl anywhere, but he remains hopeful. Surely he'll recognise her when he sees her? Of course he will...
Specialists: Kido Master
Rank: 0
Division: 5th
Seat: 20th Seat
Zanpakutou
Appearance: Gigaku is a simple katana, unadorned save for a simple red strap wrapped around the hilt. The guard is a tight spiral, wrapped around the blade convex, like the beginnings of a basket hilt. The handle his slightly longer than normal, allowing for a two-handed grip if necessary, without reducing the agility of the sword when wielded two handed.
The scabbard is a bright red lacquer, the same colour as the strap wrapped around the handle. The strap's primary function appears to be ceremonial, and is used to toe through the guard of the sword so as to make drawing it quickly impossible. This is done as a sign of respect and obeisance when in the presence of commanders or superior officers.
When released, the sword reforms completely, losing all sense of it's shape and size, becoming instead a long acoustic guitar. The guitar has five strings arrayed on frets running down its neck, and changes colour depending on Dante's mood. It needs no amplifier nor electricity to function, and it's sonorous melodies reach out far further than would a normal guitar, so powered are they by Dante's large reiatsu.
Manifestation: Gigaku is in the form of a monk. She wears a simple habit, the colour of which depends on Dante's mood. She is calm and serene initially, but Dante may learn to strike up an easy rapport with her. She has a crystal clear voice as high as the mountains and as soft as the clouds.
She is kind and compassionate but holds within her the quiet fury of nature's wrath, biding its time and holding its own countenance. She strikes an inspiring figure, and will always carry on her person somewhere some form of musical instrument, from a simple harmonica, to panpipes, to a harp, Gigaku is full of music. Her ever step chimes with bells, her every sentence rings with resonant sonorous harmony.
Inner World: Gigaku's inner world is a huge range of mountain peaks that soar high into the sky. In the valleys formed below are lush fields and clear lakes, running streams and clouds for miles and miles. The mountains hold forests and rivers, caves and caverns, and any number of displays of the beauty of nature. There is a large temple situated atop the highest mountain.
The temple is in the form of a five-tiered pagoda, and it reaches high into the sky, higher still than the mountain itself. The temple has beautiful sculpting and amazing works of priceless art and irreplacable beauty. Ornate fountains, secret gardens, hidden treasures and marble statues. In the temple dwells Gigaku herself.
Release Phrase: 'Rock, Gigaku!'
Abilities:
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Kido
Bakudo
Other Kido Abilities
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Age: 28 (looks 22)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance:
Dante's dashing charm and debonair appearance which marked him as particularly attractive when he was alive have not lessened at all since his untimely demise. Instead, he is convinced he looks more damn handsome than ever before, so the whole 'death' thing seems to have worked out fairly well for him.
He has long blond hair, is tall and muscular with a shining white grin. He has a well built body, but doesn't exercise as often as he perhaps should, so his muscles are more good looks than actual strength. He looks fantastic in anything he wears, convinced that each outfit only serves to make him MORE attractive, if such a thing is possible.
He typically pays little attention to his attire. You can't improve on perfection, right? He wears the standard uniform, but doesn't see the need to adorn it with anything much. He figures that you either have it or you don't, and he most certainly does. Why try to add anything to it?
History:
Dante was born in Japan in 1981. He lived a fairly bland life, with little to single him out from the rest of the crowd, besides his good looks and a belief that the world owed him a living. He knew that he was somehow different, special, privileged. He was convinced that he was God's gift, and you know what? There wasn't a girl alive he couldn't pull. Yes, sir, he had it made.
He graduated from college with average grades and found a badly paid office job. He had a string of short romances with the various women in the workplace until eventually there were no good ones left. With a nonchalant shrug and a view towards the future, he quit and set his sights on pastures new.
Boldly walking down the street in search of employment, he stopped one day to check his reflection in a shop window. While he adjusted his hair, a flyer on the window caught his eye. It was advertising some crappy job vacancy saving animals or some such at minimum wage, but there was a picture of a hot chick and a number to call, so he took the details down.
He rang and was the only applicant, or so the sexy voice on the other side of the phone told him. He asked her name and she said she was called Jennifer, and could he come to the animal shelter to start work tomorrow? He smiled and agreed, barely able to wait to meet this total babe. More accurately, he told himself, she couldn't wait to meet him.
The next morning, bright and early he woke up, showered, had breakfast, spent an hour or so fixing his clothes and hair and then left for his new job, only five hours late. He was in an upbeat mood, imagining the girl, a dreamy expression on his face, his eyes somewhat glazed. Perhaps this is why he didn't see the bus as he stepped out in front of the road.
It powered into him and sent him flying, barrelling across the road, his limbs flailing, his perfect hair in disarray. He was dead before he hit the ground.
He opened his eyes and sat up. Where was he? Who was he? Oh that's right, Dante. New job. New girl. Gotcha. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking down, however, he realised he was standing in what appeared to be his own corpse. 'How bizarre' he thought to himself, his brain not really working clearly yet. He stepped away from it and surveyed his surroundings. There was a crowd of people gathered, all shouting and calling people, taking pictures on their phones or looking around.
There was a bus nearby which had crashed into a grocers spilling fruit all over the pavement. No-one seemed to be able to see him. In a trance, he walked through the surreal scene, walking through people, and utterly failing to get anyone's attention. Suddenly, a voice caught his attention.
***
Dante recalls very little of the following Soul Burial, save the surpassing beauty of the Shinigami who performed it. He awoke in Rukongai having transferred to Soul Society. He soon found that he was one of the very very few who actually maintained his memories of his human life. He tried once to adjust to the standard life for souls, but this was neither glamorous nor exciting enough to satisfy his need to be special. Besides, there were far too few hot chicks.
When his mind turned to women as it did a couple of times every second, he invariably tried to recall the face of the woman who...did something to him. It was the one thing about his former life that he couldn't remember. Determined to find her, he set off for Seireitei. After two failed applications, he was eventually accepted into the academy for Shinigami recruits.
He stayed in the Basic class for a while, and dated a few of the girls (who he was pleased to note were of a much higher calibre than in Rukongai). After a while he began to wonder whether or not the girl might be in the illustrious Advanced class. He worked his ass off for a year and finally made it, showing a particularly large Reiatsu development and specialising in Kido primarily.
He made it to the advanced class after 2 years, and some of the babes in this class were unbelievably hot. He immediately determined it was worth the extra effort just to get better acquainted with the hotties in the Advanced class. Unfortunately for him, despite his enduring advances and repeated attempts, the girls were high nobility and wouldn't dream of sullying the family name with such an unbred and uncultured lout. Handicapped by his social class, it took him a whole week to succeed in his seductions, which for him was some kind of personal worst.
He spent the mandatory 6 years and graduated summa cum laude, and being a kido specialist was snapped up into the 5th division. There was no sign of that mysterious girl anywhere, but he remains hopeful. Surely he'll recognise her when he sees her? Of course he will...
Specialists: Kido Master
Rank: 0
Division: 5th
Seat: 20th Seat
Zanpakutou
Appearance: Gigaku is a simple katana, unadorned save for a simple red strap wrapped around the hilt. The guard is a tight spiral, wrapped around the blade convex, like the beginnings of a basket hilt. The handle his slightly longer than normal, allowing for a two-handed grip if necessary, without reducing the agility of the sword when wielded two handed.
The scabbard is a bright red lacquer, the same colour as the strap wrapped around the handle. The strap's primary function appears to be ceremonial, and is used to toe through the guard of the sword so as to make drawing it quickly impossible. This is done as a sign of respect and obeisance when in the presence of commanders or superior officers.
When released, the sword reforms completely, losing all sense of it's shape and size, becoming instead a long acoustic guitar. The guitar has five strings arrayed on frets running down its neck, and changes colour depending on Dante's mood. It needs no amplifier nor electricity to function, and it's sonorous melodies reach out far further than would a normal guitar, so powered are they by Dante's large reiatsu.
Manifestation: Gigaku is in the form of a monk. She wears a simple habit, the colour of which depends on Dante's mood. She is calm and serene initially, but Dante may learn to strike up an easy rapport with her. She has a crystal clear voice as high as the mountains and as soft as the clouds.
She is kind and compassionate but holds within her the quiet fury of nature's wrath, biding its time and holding its own countenance. She strikes an inspiring figure, and will always carry on her person somewhere some form of musical instrument, from a simple harmonica, to panpipes, to a harp, Gigaku is full of music. Her ever step chimes with bells, her every sentence rings with resonant sonorous harmony.
Inner World: Gigaku's inner world is a huge range of mountain peaks that soar high into the sky. In the valleys formed below are lush fields and clear lakes, running streams and clouds for miles and miles. The mountains hold forests and rivers, caves and caverns, and any number of displays of the beauty of nature. There is a large temple situated atop the highest mountain.
The temple is in the form of a five-tiered pagoda, and it reaches high into the sky, higher still than the mountain itself. The temple has beautiful sculpting and amazing works of priceless art and irreplacable beauty. Ornate fountains, secret gardens, hidden treasures and marble statues. In the temple dwells Gigaku herself.
Release Phrase: 'Rock, Gigaku!'
Abilities:
[li] no idea
[/li][li] not a clue
[/li][li] not thought of it yet
[/li][/ul]
Kido
- 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: – - Hadô No. 7: Kosharashi (Way of Destruction: Withering Tempest)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: The user extends their hand, and begins the chant for the technique. As the user chants the incantation, a large amount of wind quickly swirls around the user's hand, forming a square shape around the user's hand. As the incantation finishes, a blue light completely envelops the user's hand, and the square formation around the hand will then rapidly extend outwards. With gale-force winds being released in a straight line around the size of a square meter from the square formation around the user's hand, the caster will attempt to strike the opponent with the wind force to deal crushing damage to them.
Incantation: Storm, powerful, demanding; gather in heaven and descend upon us mortals. Rear your head, and unleash your wrath! Hado no Nana: Kosharashi!
Restrictions: --- - Hadô No. 8: Eiei Arashi (Way of Destruction: Thunderstorm Ravens)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: As the user begins the incantation, a speck of blue light will appear upon their index finger. Tracing this light in the shape of a raven, the user will continue to chant the spell. As the user finishes the incantation, they will have traced a number of small raven forms within the air, which are illuminated with the same blue light. After the incantation is finished, the user will call out the name of the spell, activating it. Each drawn raven will burst into life with a potent electrical current. These ravens will then dart quickly towards the opponent, attempting to strike them. Depending upon the number of ravens that have been drawn, the user can create a warning shot with no harm with a singular raven, to an incredibly damaging attack with a swarm of electrical ravens. The average drawn raven will be no larger than an inch in height or width, although larger ravens can be drawn to create a more powerful attack, at the expense of additional energy.
Incantation: Storm, powerful, demanding; gives wings to your essence and deliver your forbidden judgment. Hado no Hachi: Eiei Arashi!
Restrictions: Must have knowledge of Kosharashi. - Hadô No. 11: Tsuzuri Raiden (Way of Destruction No. 11: Bound Lightning)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: The user gathers reiatsu into the palm of their off hand, laying the dominant hand on a surface or object. The user then places the off hand’s palm against the back of the dominant hand, transferring the reiatsu through the dominant hand and into the object. Electrical reiatsu flows quickly through the object, delivering a sharp shock to anything in contact with it.
Incantation: Chains of severed wind, bear witness before the tree of thunder! Blue wings, white rope, an enticed firefly, flowing like the sea! Hado no Juuichi: Tsuzuri Raiden!
Restrictions: Must have knowledge of Byakurai.
Bakudo
- Bakudô No. 4: Hainawa (Way of Binding: 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: ---
Other Kido Abilities
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