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Name: Kokoro Hajime
Alias/Nickname: Sol (sun)
Bounty: 550,000,000 Beli
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Faction: Pirate
Race: Human
Rank/Position: Captain
Organization: Sunfire

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Personality:

Sol is a rather complicated man when it's come to his personality, for it is constantly clashing. Sol doesn't have dissociative identity disorder, but he does seem to be able to switch between personalities depending on the occasion. One might call him a chameleon due his constant transformation in personalities. However there are two dynamic personalities that Sol uses on a regular basis. His first personality is that of which he uses to talk, lead, and direct his crew. As most of his crew members have discovered from their first encounter with strange ambiguous character was he was a rather cunning gentlemen who had such a way with words some deemed him with a silver tongue. His smooth, charismatic, and levelheaded was his normal apparitions. While with his crew Sol is quite the easy going Captain the type of Captain that were close to none in the New World. His qualities where that of a man who prized his nakama before anything else. Other than his light hearted demeanor he relies on instinct and can be compared to a wild animal being able to discern on who to trust or who needs to be fought. These traits make for quite the powerful character, nonetheless Sol does have a dark side one that he doesn't very much like bribing out.

His other dynamic personality is the one that was born out of pain and desperation. This personality is more relatable to that of the New World's actual pirates. In this personality his views on the world become tunneled. Sol only cares of revenge, bloodshed, and brutality in this form. Friends and foes become a distinct shade of gray,meaning he has no capability of distinguishing who is who in this form unless they have a strong enough bond to bring him back to his good graces. This ravenous monster exerts all Sol's power into one cataclysmic depiction as he has no sense of restraint for his actions, often scaring off anyone before hand. In this form Sol is most susceptible to trickery or coercion thus provoking him more. This form is especially efficient if he is by himself where he can let his anger free and not worry of the causalities later. Sol loses all premise of nobility and becomes a thug his attitude is apathetic he becomes quite sarcastic and grows remorseless. The birth of this personality can only be thanked by the Megaladon Fishman that destroyed his family and Sol's life.

Short History:

Sol doesn't really have that much of a history or at least he doesn't like to talk about it. His memory is all to scarce for him to recollect any 'happy' moments he might have lived while he was young. The story of Sol goes something like this. Sol was born into a very hardworking and luxurious upbringing, his parents worked for what they had. They lived on a small island somewhere in the red sea where talks of pirates and One Piece was only in newspapers and treated as “Politics” by the people around them. The village wasn't very infamous for it was a simple island that every seaman had overlooked on their adventures for it contained no wealth or any object of value. The neighborhood was rather small so everyone on the island knew each other by first name and house number. Everything was quite peaceful for a time there was nothing but peace and prosperity, but that was before Sol had discovered his new found powers. You see what you didn't know was that Sol's parents were marines who had worked in the New World protecting against the inexplicably evil forces that was the Pirates.

His father had been a Vice-Admiral and ironically enough his mother was his father's first mate, that is how their romance had begun. The two had been like any other marine, kind, caring, and willing to put their lives on the line to protect innocent people from the mindless bloodshed that pirates had caused. What started as a general hate for pirates grew into a full on hatred as they discovered more of the Yonkou and the Shichibukai and the crimes that followed their awful shadows. The more they were stationed there the more entertained with the thought of locking up fishman since they were terrible creatures. The couple eventually drowned themselves in the idea of containing such high quality fishmen and using them as a means of income and use o ambush pirates eventually becoming quite publicized by the Marines for their heroic duties, but the couple kept the slavery a secret from the government as knowing such would automatically make them AWOL. However their biggest fear had become a reality as the word of their underground fishman slavery rig was eventually found out by the slavery freedom fighter Yonkou, Sanoshin ‘Sano’ Shirozame. An average day on Sabaody Archipelgo the two had been making a deal with The World Nobles until Sano himself had showed up and assaulted their base of operations creating the first ever jail break on such a grand scaled.

Catching wind of his assault minutes earlier by a marine den den mushi the two were able to escape on marine ships while Sano ravaged the archipelago and killed the World Nobles, however he caught a scent of their blood and that scent would be locked in his nostrils forever. As months passed Sano continuously freed fishman slaves and eventually eradicated the thought of slavery ever making its way complacent again. Losing their major source of income and nobility the two seemed at wits end, planning on creating a small workshop of slaves was the only way they would be able to continue living in the New World. However, Sano had his connections since he was now one of the Four Yonkou. Discovering this the two were ambushed as their crew was annihilated and the two escaping with nearly nothing left. The two then decided to retire from the New World and the marines learning their lesson and retiring to the small town they reside in now. There is where they started their new lives and ave birth to Kokoro. Kokoro was a simple child, usually quiet upbeat and happy, never really bothering anyone. The child was a kind soul and the small town worshiped him as the light of their small town. One day Kokoro was adventuring the island as usual until he wandered off into the most barren parts of town. On the outskirts, Kokoro's curiosity got the better of him when he heard the sound of ravaging and voice that were much more foul than any of that he had ever heard of.

Upon closer look he found that there were pirates who had just recently landed on the island since they were carrying a large treasure chest with them. It seemed they were low on supplies and had rationed all their food on their journey for locating a “Devil Fruit” Kokoro was quite confused as he thought if they had a fruit why they just didn't eat it. Nevertheless Kokoro drew closer, but not whim, it was rather on instinct. Little did he know as he drew closer he was becoming visible to the pirates and his movements started to draw louder as he was entranced by the fruits overwhelming power. Snapping a twig the Pirates all hushed at once and caught wind of Kokoro as they found his exact location and attack. Snapping out of his own trance he soon realized that he was being captured by the pirates at that same exact moment. His pleas for help began to flow out his mouth while he began retaliating with his small but quite fit body. Even though he was weaker than the pirates he was slender and quicker and quite smart. Slipping their grasp Kokoro rand towards the fruit and grabbed as the pirates swelled into an anger. Luckily for him his parents were on their way with guns in hand and their combat expertise in hand. The pirates began to beating on Kokoro as he was balled up with an iron lock grip on the fruit as his back and head took sever beatings. His life and consciousness was quickly slipping away, he had no choice but to eat the fruit. The fruit hadn't been like any of the ones he had eaten in his lifetime, it was a purple pear with swirls carved into the fruit as if it was created like that. Kokoro figured if he were going to die regardless he rather it be quick by eating this mystical fruit. Upon eating the fruit the flavor was atrocious as if he actually did eat poison. Kokoro simply laughed as his life was about to fade in the balance.

A gunshot ripped open the air around them as the beatings stopped and bodies began to fall violently to the floor along with Kokoro. His vision was blurry from the combination of the fruits powers taking place and the beatings he had received. He had only seen silhouettes of his parents who he thought were also pirates. His eyes shut and his vision went black until he woke to his bed the following morning. It appeared his parents had killed the pirates and called the marines to dispose of the bodies and the ship along with it's treasure. Kokoro was the only person on the island that had not knew of his parents past until the other Marines had introduced themselves as “Old Friends' this gave Kokoro a refreshing feeling as his parents were 'Strong People' and was able to save their only child. What they had not known was the pirates weren't actually there for rations they were there to deliver the fruit to his parents so they could sell the fruit on the pirate market, for their conniving personalities had come back and they couldn't bear living so complacent on such a shitty town. Upon killing the pirates it appeared they didn't catch that Kokoro had eaten the fruit and just dismissed it to two timing pirate scum. While they went back to finding another fruit Kokoro continued to venture alone outside becoming self aware of his new powers. When he touched a tree he grew bark all over his skin, if he touched the sand he would become sand itself. However his clothes would change with him no matter how much weight he bore, it was kind of odd to see his clothes adapting with him, but he did feel better naked.

As he grew older Kokoro began to perfect his ability finding knew ways of using his powers and extending them. He keep this part of him secret, but his training was missing one thing, actual combat training. While hiding his secret he asked for his parents to train him in all the ways of the marine so he could row up and follow in their footsteps. Quite surprised his parents agreed and began teaching him the basics until months passed and he caught up to their current training. Surprised at his rate of success they began to speculate on why this was. Wanting closer inspection the two followed Kokoro out one day and hid among the brush learning of how he was becoming so adept of a fighter. They were shocked by what they found next, Kokoro was their 100,000,000 beri reward. Furious that he had robbed them of their prize and power the two emancipated the young boy. Days following the training had stopped and his parents had grew distant almost as if Kokoro was invisible. What they were actually planning on using Kokoro as their 'slave' in a slave fight club that had been set up in the new world territories. Calling in a few favors and using Kokoro as a scapegoat the two had gotten permission to stay within New World borders. Like night and day his parents began speaking to Kokoro again and intensified his training not stopping for a break or food until they were sure they had a killing machine on their hands. Excited his parents were talking to him once more his ignorance was truly bliss as he only chalked the training up to becoming a man. Kokoro was thrown into the fight club, you see a 16 year old boy with a smile that could melt hearts was no threat to the hulking pieces of fishman and pirates in the slave pens.

His first fight was going to be against a Chinese fighting fishman while he was backstage his parents began to hype him up telling him it was only a wrestling match. Unprepared, misinformed, and inexperienced Kokoro felt confusion for the first time. Upon making his way to the ring the sound of crackling could be heard throughout the building. Seconds later the building erupted in water allowing for Fishman who weren't slaves to pour in. While the other fishman attacked the sponsors and slavers one fishman stood out amongst the rest. This fishman stopped in the middle of the arena and began to sniff the air as his eyes locked onto his parents and young Kokoro. It was the Megaladon Fishman himself, Sano. The scent his parents left the first time had all but disintegrated, growing enraged the Ancient Sharks ravaged the building and charged straight forward at the two ex-marines who had imprisoned his kind. Sano with one fluid motion flew towards the family as fear had rooted the two in their place, Kokoro had tried to nude them free, but he couldn't do anything. Thinking quick his kin touched the steel beams and his skin transformed into full on steel, it was useless. Sano raised a hand and swatted Kokoro to the ground tearing past the steal and tearing a large gash across his face which immediately began to bleed and caused his skin to turn back to normal flesh. The blood loss and trauma caused Kokoro to pass out while the last images he saw was a fist passing through his father chest while his mother was pinned to the wall with the monsters gargantuan arm.

Kokoro had awoke to being on the outskirts of fishman island where he became what Sano had tried so hard to free him from, a life as a slave. For the next six years Kokoro had been held captive as a slave of the Fishman. Everything was black, nothing was connecting and his brain had suffered brutal trauma. His mind felt disconnected from his body, an out of body experience some might call it. Flares of images rushed into his brain reminding him of the pain he felt not to long ago. ”Wake up....Wake up....WAKE UP!” a voice shouted trying to raise Sol from his comatose. Nothing was working, his life was slipping into the depths of the ocean where he would simply become another “Pirate Tale”. The voice came back stronger than before while his brain became more agitated, whether it was from the blond loss or the nerves contacting the brain, he did not know. More and more images scurried around in his head, more violent and profound than before. Blood, death, the smell of fish; It was all coming back to him while the pain grew excruciating! Finally, like a explosion at it's climax everything rushed to a quite murmur and then the image of a Grey murky skinned shark with robust sharpened teeth and then with a focus on they eyes the monster bellowed out a blood curdling roar. Awake, Sol had finally awoken from his comatose, drenched in sweet and his face covered in blood, nothing made sense. Kokoro was in no normal hospital, no, it was more of a fishery where they skinned and prepared. His vision growing from blurry to clear everything seemed to go from bad to worse. Being thrown into the frying pan with nothing but broken memories was not very enticing.

After a few subtle minutes, Kokoro finally regained consciousness and the adrenaline that had kept him awake faded fast. Now the pain that surged through the left side of his face cascaded into that of a razor blade cutting beneath the skin. Attempting to sit up, his movements were restricted by a pair of chains that had been cupped tightly around his wrists. This wasn't any ordinary hospital or fishery, it was a prison for humans. His strength sapped he couldn't channel enough energy to break out of his bonds, all he could do was wait. Suddenly a fishman busted through the door, plump and gargantuan in nature. The fishman introduced himself as the pufferfish fishman and Kokoro had been sold into slavery. Kokoro was ripped from his bed and brought outside where a large forge was located, the pufferfish pinned Kokoro to the ground while he heated up a piece of steel until it was scolding hot and glowing orange. Kokoro's eyes widening he knew what was to come, the pufferfish ripped the bandages off of his face and applied the heated metal to his face applying pressure as to cauterize the wound. Kokoro almost on the verge of passing out remained cringing in pain. The newly found scar was a horizontal cross the reached from across the bridge of his nose and vertically from his eyebrow down to his chin. Over the next few weeks Kokoro was nursed back to full health and was constantly tortured by the fishman until he did everything they asked on whim. Kokoro endured the pain for he was recollecting his memories of the past. Finally he had put everything together, that man...no that fishman killed his parents and sold him into slavery. Pirates were ruthless. And he would have his revenge.

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Weapons/Items:
Sol carries a belt that contains a steel capsule in each ring where each belt loop would be. With a total of 5 capsules each contains a different fragment of an element or material. The first capsule carries a small crystal, but the crystal isn't any type of material, but a diamond instead. The second capsule contains an extremely elastic material: Rubber. The third capsule contains quicksilver, otherwise know as mercury. However Sol cannot be poisoned by his own use of mercury for his body eradicates the toxins. The fourth capsule contains Concrete Cloth a flexible concrete impregnated fabric, that hardens on hydration to form a thin and durable water and fire proof concrete layer. Finally, the last capsule contains a rather abnormal material, it is that of the proteins produced by jellyfish to create electricity.

Special Skills/Attributes:

Sol has learned to combine two very deadly martial arts. The first martial arts being capoeira a martial art that combines elements of dance and music. The martial art aspect is still subtle and disguised. leading many non-practitioners to ignore its presence. Capoeira is a fast and versatile martial art that focuses on fighting outnumbered or in a disadvantage, the martial arts keeps the user in a constant state of motion as to not become a still easy target while using feints and fakes to trick the target. The second marital art is that of Kung fu and a vast amount of styles, these two combined can create a very powerful and deep rooted way of combat.

Sol can turn into any matter he gets a hold of except for water as it is against a Devil fruits nature. However common materials such as concrete can last for an entire fight, but materials like that of mercury or jellyfish protein can only last a few minutes depending on the potency of the matter and the extent he uses in said form. His mastery of each material also plays a factor in the amount he can hold each material.

Sol has an extremely conditioned and well toned body allowing his have explosive damage when using brute force or using his agility to become as nimble as a ballerina. Sol also posses two types of Haki, Kenbunshoku Haki and Busoshoku Haki.

Devil Fruit (Optional)
Name: Mondai Mondai no Mi (Matter Matter Fruit)
Type: Paramecia
Description:
This ability enables the user to mimic the surroundings, and thus, be able to conceal himself from sight. Moreover, the user gains the physical characteristics of the things they copy, for example, imitating concrete turns his skin resilient similar to having an armor of concrete. By replicating tough objects, it also increases the strength of the user.
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Name: Suguha Kawahara
Alias/Nickname: Succubus of the Sea
Bounty: Prior to recruitment: 990,000,000 Beri
Age: 264
Gender: Female

Faction: Pirate
Race: Human
Rank/Position: N/A
Organization: Shichibukai

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Personality:

Suguha is a rather extravagant case seeing as she is two centuries old and still kicking. While in her original body she was quite the frail prudish troubled girl who everyone felt bad for, now she flaunts her killing prowess and her viciousness. Suguha has no filter, whatever crosses her mind makes its way into words that can either insult, insinuate, or break people. Secrets are very good with her either, if someone has done an inexplicable crime she will find it and use it in her arsenal of destruction allowing for not just her to want the targets head, but everyone involved in the situation. Suguha is a dark person, she has no morals or ethics besides her own. Suguha breathes an air of superiority than most people that cross her path. Suguha always carries around a care free smile and implies sarcasm and politeness to her speech to throw off enemies thoughts or portrays of him. Suguha is many things, there aren't enough words to describe her, she's blunt and arrogant while exceedingly stoic when it comes to most situations that usually cause her to white knuckle it. She is also quite the sadistic bitch thriving off of people's malice and dejection it makes her body warm and her private parts wet.

Her mind is rather fucked up after living decades over and over again without being able to die peacefully. Her mind has rotted from the bodies she has hijacked, especially for the fact that when she obtains a knew body the memories of old flood her mind and memories of happiness, depression, and ambiguity rush her brain. Some might call her strong for being able to keep such a stable facade when addressing other pirates or the marines seeing as she has more than a few hundred memories of other people trapped in her mind. However she does quite literally use it to her advantage as she can channel the memories and persona she once stole into her current state, plus she can retain certain skills and information from victims she has taken over. This allows her to retain techniques, devil fruit, and special abilities pirates have used over the centuries. Suguha kicks ass and takes name all while pleasuring herself to the blood, despair, and pain that she strikes with. Tied together with her endless databank she calls a brain she makes for the perfect killing machine

Short History:

There is nothing short about the history that follows Suguha, but let's see how short we can get. You see Suguha had been born into the pirate age when the dawn had reigned down on the very first pirate. Pirates weren't very popular or wide in number back then and the marines had just been a police force that didn’t expand over a single station. This is the light Suguha was born in, she was a rather young beautiful girl brought up in a rather rich and powerful family. She was quite petite and had long white hair that seemed transparent. Her hair was lavish and silky allowing for curls to flow down the sides of her face and the front. You see suguha was a nice girl who didn't always ask for much and always played the good daughter listening to her father and mother always and learning the proper etiquette. Of course every girl had to become a proper lady once in awhile didn't she? How else would the world work and how else would she become wife material? These were the standards brought up in this time, it was as what she read in her fairy tales. She was the princess trapped in the castle that had been trapped by the corrupt king and the dragon that prevented anyone from entering the castle without the kings permission.

Suguha was only allowed to go out to school and was allowed to chose one activity that she enjoyed no matter how gender dependent it was. Suguha found kendo was rather interesting as she wanted to learn the steps that her prince would take in order to save her. Afterward she would have to go straight home where she would dine with her mother and father and afterward finish her days study followed by bathing and lights out. This was a rather strict schedule and she would be forced to bed at only eight at night. Her father was a rather bulky man with a large frame, it was in his genes. His genes were rather strong as he was comparable to that of a giant if they even existed in their world. He stood at an overwhelming six foot and four inches, this was more than enough to overshadow most men and tall enough to make for a powerful pirate or marine, but they weren't big just yet so no one had taken them seriously. Besides his physical features being impeccable his facial features were rugged, his face wore a tired look from age as wrinkles caressed his eyelids and his forehead, you could almost count how many wore down his face. His hair was a moderate length as it neatly touched the back of his neck, it was slicked back and parted down the middle creating bangs over the sides of his face. Gray shades were around the side burns and sides of his hair while they bridged into a full beard that connected to a black haired mustache. Other than that his skin was a rich peach color and his eyes were a dark hazel.

Her mother on the other hand is mostly where she got her looks from, she was rather beautiful, probably the most exquisite woman in the red sea for now. Her beauty was famous around her town and a few towns over and you know how word spread. Combined with her brain and wealth she was easily a prime target of avarice and lust for both man and woman. She had long silver hair that was curled up into two buns on each side of her head while the rest rested neatly on her shoulders and down the back to her waist. Her eyes were an icy blue that could keep you captivated for more than minutes. While she had a small body it was perfectly curved to mach each contour, her breasts were a perky size and matched her body well, while her bosom was quite the firm sporty type. It seemed god had carved this one out himself personally. However as much as Suguha adored her mother and father she was never truly free or held the same captivating presence as her mother, not of yet at least for Suguha was still reaching the age of 6 and she was still not fully developed as a woman. Suguha once more had attended to her fairy tales as she did every night before falling asleep, it was a ritual for her now for she would pray every night under the stars for her prince charming to come and whisk her away from everything, her parents, her school, and her miserable life as she was held captive against her own will. Her prayers were answered, unfortunately her prince charming wasn't necessarily her prince charming after all.

As per usual Suguha had ventured off to school and afterward to her kendo studies. Eventually she arrived home and bathed until she was snuggled in bed reading her fairy tales once more, hoping...praying for her prince to come. Suddenly the sound of a ship docking raised her ears, she looked out her window down below to see a mysterious male figured draped in armor and weapons coming towards her castle. Excited as ever Suguha had been patiently waiting in her room almost dying from the sheer excitement, but it was taking longer than she had expected. Of course that's when she heard the sound of the front door being knocked down followed by a blood curdling scream from her mother. Suguha sprang out of her bed as she ran to the staircase, crouching so her face could look down past the bars to what was happening. Her mother had been captured by her prince, but her prince was definitely no knight in shining armor it was more like a dirty wore down pirate. In fact Suguha's mother was quite the target for the upcoming pirates for she had everything that would entitle them infamy and a large bounty. Money, Looks, and no protection; The pirates had arrived in bulk allowing for two pirates to hold down her father and one to her mother while others looked on and pillaged the castle.

Suguha's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach as she became a statue, unable to yell or escape and call for help. She simply watched as her gaze couldn't be casted aside to anything else while her brain went dead. While she overheard the pirates she learned they were there for all the riches the family had on hand and access to the rest of their profit however they could swing it. In a relentless anger her father at first began to plead with the pirates until he saw the pain and fear in his wife's eyes. That is when he used his brawn to break free from the grips of the two pirates and started his own attack. At first it seemed he was going to win as he tore the flesh around one pirates throat out with nothing but his teeth and snapped the neck of the other pirate. Her eyes still glued to the scene like prime time tv she continued to watch not even cheering her father on in spirit. The pirate had inflicted pain onto her mother causing her father to be caught off guard as in which the other pirates replied with a sinister beating. While being piled with fists and blunt objects he roared like a ferocious animal crying out the name of his wife until his voice went hoarse, that is when he caught a glimpse of his daughter at the top of the stairs and that is when her gaze had finally broken into reality. The anger and shock of her watching the whole time had sent him into another blood frenzy until one pirate had enough sense to deliver a clean blow to his head, knocking him out on the spot.

Suguha evaluated the situation until she had realized what she had done, she had condemned both parents to the pirates will when she could have prevented it a long while ago. Suguha ran, she simply ran using another route to exit her castle. She never wished for this she never wanted any of this, she only wanted to be set free from her prison, but not using the death of her parents as an excuse or the arrival of pirates, it was all wrong. While she ran for help she knew she was far away from it since her house was perched near the water and the rest of the town was located a few miles away from the house. Eventually her father had regained conciseness, but the pirates were through negotiating with her father and had already pillaged enough money and treasure that they could salvage more than enough for the lose of their two brethren, hell Suguha was lucky enough to leave as fast as she did otherwise she would be condemned along with her parents. What her father didn't expect to wake up to was the next scenario. He was tied firmly into a chair as the pirates had anxiously awaited for his awakening, at this point they all grew smiles on their faces and finally turned back to her mother. What happened next was unimaginable. The pirates had torn voraciously at her clothes like a bear who hadn’t eaten since hibernation. Her clothes were ripped and torn as her pale skin began to reveal in more patches little by little. The pirates like miners had finally hit the gold when the had reached her undergarments. Vultures, the pirates ripped the undergarments as if they were made of nothing but paper.

Her yells were muffled by the gag they had placed in her mouth while the rest of her was bound by shackles. The pirates were a hungry pack that surrounded her, finally her naked body laid out on the floor. Her perky breasts had bounced in rebellion as one pirate grew tired of waiting and jumped at her nipples as he began to suck on them as if he was reduced to a child once more. Another pirate had removed his trousers and began to prod around her silk smooth flesh until he reached her orchard that she had kept well gardened. The pirate had then plunged his tainted tool into her garden forever destroying all that had been pure. Warm tears began to form around her eyes as she looked desperately into the eyes of her husband while identical tears formed in his as he was powerless to do anything but watch or look away trapping the moans in his ears. The pirates had went to town on her as they rotated positions, one even deranged enough to lick the warm tears from her face and fell pleasure from it. And one by one they filled her garden with pesticide as one after another began to alleviate themselves inside her. Minutes passed by until eventually her mind shattered and she couldn't mix pain from pleasure, only to find herself enjoying her derailment. Taking quick notice the pirates removed the shackles and gag as she screamed in pleasure wanting more, more, more than they could have expected. He pain had turned from destruction into ecstasy, Suguha's mother was no longer in her vessel, but only a shell of what she was. Her father realizing the newest breakthrough knew his wife had just died and what he saw now as just a monster, this brought even more tears he couldn't help but let his emotions flow until streams of snot ran out his nose and met the waterfalls of tears he made fresh.

The pirates curiosity had increased tenfold as to the new development in this queen, now they had no boundaries they couldn't cross. One pirate grabbed her soft, delicate, speculate lips and began to copulate with them with his own, this only lasted a few second since his appetite grew a fierce new high. Departing his lips from hers saliva left his mouth and he then took his own shaft and slipped it down the mouth he had just been kissing. Her hands free now became a commodity for the pirates who were waiting on deck for she used both hands rigorously to pleasure the pirates as her mind shattered with each passing second. Eventually her garden had been tarnished and now the garden adjacent to the original was being breached, this sent her into an even greater frenzy as each pore on her body began oozing enormous pleasure until she passed out. The pirates worn out themselves had all finished in their respective portions. Now you ask what where was Suguha? And why was she taking so long? It was simply because everyone had been either asleep or hadn’t believed the girl calling wolf for you see since this was the beginning of the pirate era no one had believed that the pirate kind would had made their way to such a far off town in the red sea. Eventually her genuine tears and yells of terror riled a group of villagers to check the situation out. The villagers had entered the house to find a scene of mortifying horror, the body of their fair queen had been discarded to the side as it had been torn asunder, their king had been severely beaten and tied, and the pirates who staged it all had been on their way out.

While the majority of the group chased the pirate crew and shot down the stragglers a woman cried out in disgust and shock. Suguha immediately ran to the front of the mob until her eyes had caught a glimpse of the entirety of the scene. Her face was flushed of color and her heart was on the edge of stopping. The brutal site was quickly taken away from Suguha as a hand reached out and snatched her up as her own consciousness went dark. The following days were strenuous since Suguha had been hospitalized along with her father and mother. Unfortunately her mother seemed broken beyond repair and kept babbling whenever she was asleep or awake always craving more. Some might chalk this one up to dementia, but it was a medical mystery beyond normal belief. Weeks passed and Suguha along with her father had healed nicely, what felt like an escape from reality her father imagined was only the morphine and the other drugs invading his system, but when it all wore off he had come to the revelation of what had occurred those few weeks ago. Demanding to see his wife the doctors told him it was ill advised. No matter how much they warned him he pushed and pushed until he fought tooth and nail to see her. The worst had become true for her father, his wife, his beloved wife of so many years had perished and left him along in this god forsake world. Unable to face any other truth Suguha's father finally decided to pull the cord on his brain damaged wife letting her soul rest for the rest of his natural born life.

Suguha already scarred with the death of her mother looming over her head, she was even more deprived as her fairy tale had turned into a nightmare and she was the on at fault. No matter how much she wished and prayed there were no answers for her plea's either way I they did come true again the results might have been catastrophic. Eventually the two went home as they were all in good health, well that was until her father was in the sanctity of his own home. His kingdom some might call it. His stoic features had all but become balanced. No long could he keep his regime of being strong and happy for his life had no meaning for he had no one to spend it. All his money left in reserves went towards alcohol, by the crates. Imports from other island came to the doormat as he drowned himself in every liquor imaginable. Red's and clears and browns all flowed down the side of his mouth and into his gullet. First came the crying and oh did he cry, every night he would stand in front of the fireplace with a portrait of his wife captivating her beauty. Tears and vomit was all that was shed from this debilitated man. How ow could he get? And then that's when the anger cam in mixed with stress as it's neighbor. Gray hairs now poured in by the dozen while his skin became tired and sagged with every gallon of whiskey or vodka he drank.

The anger and stress paved way for something else, something that would break young Suguha even more, and that my friends was blame. For you see in his drunken stupor, he had found an epiphany. The reason for the pain he was suffering was none other than that little rag tag bitch of a daughter he had. She was always bitching about being a princess and wanting her prince charming, but that was bullshit. Suguha was the one who watched, she is the one who sentenced her mother to death, and she is the one that caused the whole incident. But you know there was a special place in hell for the two of them and they had booked first class tickets she just didn't know it yet. Locked away in her room, shedding her own tears for her guilt, she felt the nights stillness. Something was wrong something was terribly terribly wrong as she had grown accustom to the sound of her father weep even to the point it helped her sleep at night. Now there was nothing all she could hear was nothing, afraid Suguha tipped toed to her door and cracked it open to reveal the staircase she once sat at when her mother was getting defiled by pirates. These same stairs would soon spell the end of Suguha's life as it did her mothers, maybe they were cursed. Getting to the stairs she poked her head through the bars looking below for any sign of her father. There was nothing. He wasn't at the fireplace nor had the door been left open for him to pillage the streets. Things were getting rather odd quickly, and that is when she felt it, the presence of her father standing over her like a watch tower.

Turning her small head around she found her father foaming from the mouth while steamed poured from his nostrils and his eyes glowed red, now of course this was all a bit exaggerated, but for Suguha it was reality. “You....YOU DID THIS!” he howled as he ripped her up into his chest with one arm meeting her eye to eye. Suguha in her frightened state could feel everything and understand her father now more than ever. She was the source of blame for he remembered meeting her in the crossfire of that incident. Her father quickly threw her into her bed and slammed the door behind him, oh he was going to enjoy this. Suguha was nothing but a morsel to his own voracious appetite, he would do onto his daughter as the pirates had done onto her mother. Hammurabi code if you could think of it. Suguha was confused she thought she was merely going to get a beating, but he was after something far more precious, her virginity. Her father pushed her down onto the bed and with the other began to tug at his belt hastily to loosen it. His nostrils flared as his nose was glued to her body; smelling up and down, left to right, until he inhaled every potent scent of her flesh. Her skin, no, even her entire body was different from anything he had ever experienced before, it was so much smaller and petite it was quite cute. Having something so pure int eh palm of his hands drew him insane amongst other things like the alcohol. While he heaved in her scent he also bellowed out keeping a normal pace for breathing. Suguha quickly knew what was going to happen to her, her father's nose hairs along with his beard tickled her smooth skin. Not only could she feel his facial hair, but she could also smell the hideous scent of alcohol tainting his breath.

No matter how much she fought and pleaded she couldn't shrug off the monster that was on top of her, he was a hulk of a man and every shove she gave only gave him the satisfaction of retaliating with excess force. His hunger had become insatiable he ripped at his clothes quickly tearing them off until he was nude, over the week of drinking he did manage to gain a few extra pounds of beer gut, but still not enough to damage his brolic form. The blood pumped through 'all' the parts of his body until he could feel the warmth transcending through his skin. Once again he jumped on his daughter, but now he began kissing at her skin and slowly nipping at it with his tongue. The taste was sheer excellence, better than anything he had ever tasted before. Savoring the taste he wondered if there was more, he had to know. And so he stripped his own daughter until the two shared the same naturalness as adam and eve shared. From here on spelled the end of Suguha's innocence. Her father came at her wanting more carnal knowledge, he knew how delicate she was for she never once experienced the touch of a man and she wasn't even developed enough to know what to do with it. This excited him for he could experiment and watch every single jump, scream, and motion his daughter made with his own rugged touch.

The first experiment: Touch. Suguha's father had started off slow as he cupped his daughters breasts, the only problem was her breasts weren’t large enough to cup fully so he had to suffice with just squeezing at her nipples. This immediately had a result as Suguha began to cry while her body squirmed around like a fish out of water. Step two of the touch trial had been scheduled to go underway . Using only his index finger he maneuvered his way down her petite body and found his way to his daughters fruit. Curious he took a hit at the forbidden fruit as his finger delved inside. Her body churned hard like the sea as a scream of pain escaped her small mouth. His finger wiggled around unable to use anything more than one. She was his puppet, every movement he made she made with him, it was quite humorous. Next was the test of taste. Again he started at the top and worked his way down. His lips and tongue pranced around her neck until he met her miniscule lips forcing hs way inside her mouth. After awhile his lips grew tired and shifted downward until they arrived at her breasts. Just as the pirates had did to his wife he did to Suguha, he sucked on them like a child until he grew brave and bite gently down on her nipples. A surge of electricity invade her mind making her vision obscured from the mixture of pain and pleasure. However he was still missing something. Ah yes! It was the fruit he was missing. Her father had come to the end of the long line and was now staring down at the fruit he had been dying to taste. It was not like any fruit he had seen, it was pink and oozed a gel like substance. The same gel that departed onto his finger before. Not giving it a second though he jumped at the fruit snatching it up into his mouth. Fresh tears coated her eyes as she punched relentlessly at her fair trying anything to send him off, even ripping out his hair. Yet nothing seemed to work.

The taste was magnificent, it was light like a pear, but contained citrus like an orange. Alcohol was no match for this. Eating way at the fruit he had quickly caught himself, he had been eating it to fast and had almost finished before could fully enjoy it. So his mouth was removed from the fruit and his forearm grazed across his face until his mouth was dry again. You know what they say “Back to square 1” well in this case it was back to the first experiment: Touch. Blood still pumping through him he grew primal. His eyes remained blood shot red as steam poured violently from his nose, his lust had taken a toll on his soul while the man he used to be had been exorcised. There was no wait, Suguha's father had plunged into the forbidden fruit once more. A roar, a monstrous roar, teared through the village as he took his last stab at the fruit. The warmth from the bond they now shared had made his night at the fire place seemed like extreme winters in the New World. Lightning filled both bodies more so pleasure for her father and pain for the daughter. Almost as if he had become a Zoan user, Suguha's father clawed at her body firmly planting his feet into the ground for leverage. Like a pendulum he swung in and out horizontally, that was until he saw a strange liquid secret from her fruit. This wasn't the same gel that was on his finger, no, it was blood. Suguha's father had torn through the protective lining of every fruit and made it to the core.

He looked down to see her face, but all he saw was blood red eyes with pink skin, she had been in pain from the very beginning. And that's when it was clear, it was the same face just before he lost his wife to those savages. The alcohol wearing off his sense turned from animal back into man as he felt a surge of pleasure release out of his body, this was the end. Stumbling out of the room he made his way into his own cave sulking and drown himself in more liquor. As for Suguha she had cried to the point where there were no tears left to force out. Her body convulsed while blood soaked her bed, her mind had slipped into unconsciousness once more. And so night after night the beast would once again posses her father until Suguha's heart had been drained of all emotion and replaced with a void of nothing, but apathy. The constant nightly visits took no toll on her for now it was just part of her strict schedule she had even before her mother passed. Besides this is what she deserved for what she did, for what she wished for. And so her father started to lose amusement in it too, even after trying to spice it up or spike her attention to at least get her to show some emotion. Finally the alcohol had caught up to her father and it withered away his liver and the rest of his body since it made up more of his bodies composition than water did. Suguha had eventually moved off the island with eh help of some of the townsfolk until she moved to a different part of the red sea.

Some might think she finally got away able to start a new life for herself, but they would be wrong. She did move and for a time she did have a normal life that she had always wished for. People treated her nice, not because of her past, but because some people were generally kind. Her heart and soul began to regenerate from the broken shards it had scattered into. Then one day while she was int eh orphanage a good looking young man had entered the orphanage. She only knew because of the other girls chit chatter. Suguha didn't want to be adopted for she didn't like the thought of living in a new house where she risked the same life she had of old whether it was putting herself in danger or others around her. Nevertheless this young man had found his way to Suguha no matter how well she hid. Soon after he picked her for adoption. Suguha was nervous at first, but suddenly her mind relapsed into the nights where she had dreamed for this moment. It all made sense now, she had to go through a crucible to get to the proper place for her prince to pick her up. She then became rather lively and willing to be adopted by the suave looking man. But three years had passed and the pirate age had finally gotten on the rise, now pirates were feared and ruled the seas in numbers, and this suave man was no prince, but a pirate. 'Some girls get all the luck.” in this case Suguha was far from lucky. The pirate had taken Suguha aboard a ship where she was then taken to another bulging, a rather shady one. Having spent the entire day with the charming and heart melting prince she gained her girlish charm once more and clinged to him like nothing else mattered.

That is when the boyish charm turned into brutality. On the flip of a dime the prince turned into a malevolent pirate which was his true form. Suguha didn't understand she was supposed to be happy for once she deserved it. Still life didn't see it in her cards. The pirate took Suguha hostage inside the building where she was surrounded by many other pirates and with them their own little boys and girls. Suguha's heart quickly dropping she was confused and scared of what she would find next. Eventually she found out. You see this set up the pirates had was that of a morbid kind, they adopted small boys and girls that were underage and threw them into pits where they are forced to participate in pedophiliac snuff films in which the children to either kill each other or be subjected to rape. Suguha knew the second option all to well from her mother and onto her, she didn't want to go back to that feeling she never wanted to go back. Suguha was forced to watch these matches and most children didn't know the first thing about the act of killing, hell she didn't either, the only thing she killed were ants under her shoes which was unintentional. However the second option seemed worse than the first for these men weren't so compliant and restraint as her father was. Unable to cope with the second option Suguha stuck to the first. Suguha trained herself to kill, trained herself how to fight, trained her self how to dismiss her feelings as she did when her father entered the room every night. Her first match would be at the break of dawn. When she entered the room it was dark the walls were all made of solid concrete and there was only one way out and that was the door she used to enter the room.

Looking around she found camera's surrounding each corner of the wall. Toys were on each wall along with a choice of weapons. Suguha was the first to enter the room so she was scared to meet her opponent. And that is when he entered, this boy was no older than she was it appeared he was a year younger and looked the fit while she had matured rather nicely. The boy was skinny with a round face, his hair was a dirty blonde and was shaped in a bowl cut. He seemed rather fragile as tears rolled won his face in fear. To focused on the boys radiating innocence she didn't notice the locking of the door and the speaker dictating them on making a move. She had one choice either strip this boy of any future he had or risk getting raped and/or killed the next time she stood in this arena. Suguha's mind raced into a flurry. Can I take away everything from this boy? Do I get to take his life away like that? Will I survive if I do this? All while the boys sobbing has penetrated her ears until she couldn't bear the sight of him. Having a nervous breakdown Suguha ran towards the wall picking up a steel axe, her vision red with adrenaline she howled for the boy to shut up as she plunged the axe straight into his head. And then the room was silent. There were no tears, no yelling, and no sympathy. The axe had made a clean cut as it sank into his head only leaving a few inches of axe outside of the head. His body dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes broke the silence and stasis Suguha's mind was in. She jumped back in horror while her hands jumped to her quivering mouth on instinct. She wanted to yell so desperately, but nothing came out. The boy just lied there with his eyes rolling into the back of his head while his skin grew pale and his lips purple. A pool of blood oozed out of his head while the axe was still firmly planted in his skull.

Suddenly the sobbing rushed back into her mind and it stabbed at her like a thousand daggers in her brain, she couldn't stop it. Finally blood curdling scream escaped her mouth pleading with the boy for his sobbing to stop with only empty apologies. Snapping Suguha ran over to the boy and ripped the axe out of his head, blood splattered everywhere as a gooey smack entered the air as the axe was removed from the skull and brain matter. With each plea for him to stop her axe was whisked over her shoulder and forced down upon his body. Cut after cut, scream after scream, turned into another fresh piece of the boy she once knew. By the time the voice had left her head along with her energy there nothing left of the boy but pieces that could be served as sushi. Suguha was brought to her knees while the axe fell out of her hands, blood covered her dress and stained her pure white hair until she just sat there not excreting a single tear or a single scream. The only thing that did come out was a hymn of laughter until her stomach hurt from such enjoyment, this is the chapter where Suguha had lost her sanity. After witnessing so many deaths and killing so many kids herself she became a sick and twisted child until she became a sadistic killing machine. That made a new rule especially for Suguha, the subjects had to find some new way to kill or torture their opponent in order to satisfy the pirates otherwise they would be subject to defilement. And so Suguha found a new exhilarating way to kill each bubbling idiot until she bathed in their prepubescent blood.

Years had gone by and Suguha was still a victim of their disgusting films all that had changed was her age for now she was thirteen and had more competition especially since the boys were starting to hit puberty and their body’s were physically stronger. That was until Suguha finally was able to taste a little bit of luck. Upon making her way up the chain of dead bodies the pirates figured that Suguha was worthy of becoming one of them and the only way to do that was by being something more than ordinary. While she was quite efficient at swords they already had swordsman from the floor up. Since she was such a rare case and unfathomable to them three years ago they delivered something to Suguha that was beyond any other ordinary pirates reach, a devil fruit. Confused at what the fruit was she had even grown more perplexed when they showed her the weird guava that was purple had had swirls traveling throughout it. Had this just been another trick on Suguha where she would be of ill fate once more? Regardless Suguha had no choice and decided to eat the fruit. It was quite sour and tasted, how would one say this, it tasted like ass. She didn't really feel anything out of the ordinary, except for the fact her clothes didn't seem to age or deteriorate no matter how much stress put onto them. Either way Suguha first found out she was different because now she couldn't swim, it was physically impossible for her to swim past knee level otherwise she would flop like a fish out of water, kind of ironic. Otherwise she had adapted weird scars to her body with one that especially stuck out on her neck, it was in the shape of a star.

When she was finally pried from her rigorous killing sessions she was introduced to her crew members and the Captain herself. Suguha finally got to see her captor and the reason why she was no longer a child, but a hollow hole with nothing but meat supporting her life. Plotting revenge was the first thing she would plan on doing even if it cost her her own life. As weeks passed and she became more accommodated to the ship she quickly found her knack of imitating different personalities and adjusting to perspectives people wanted to see. This assassination would have to be premeditate it couldn't be done in one night, she needed on thing and that one thing was trust from her captain. So years passed by and Suguha was finally eighteen strong enough to take down even the most fierce burly men with a swipe of her hand. Now her Captain was fairly old and in her late 30's while she still sailed into the New World. This was the first appearance of the New World she had seen since the Pirate Era started and where the beginning age of pirates entered. One night while the crew was out partying Suguha stayed with her Captain. She had finally got her alone and she planned on getting started for she had not forgot her grudge and the plentiful years did nothing to shave off any feeling of remorse for killing this bitch. In her cabin her lust began to leak out of her body finally activating her devil fruit since she had first consumed it. Unknown to her as she reached to her captain and upon contact her scars began to magically swirled around her body until they had entered onto her Captain's skin.

The result was immediate Suguha was now in the body of her Captain and had retained all her skills, abilities, and memories. At first her memories broke through the dams of her repressed memories until her captains own memories entered hers. The pain and confusion was so intense that she had fell unconscious. Waking up she realized it wasn't a bad dream when she had been tied down to a bed with her body exposed and her former body looming over her with the intent of killing. Lucky for Suguha luck kicked in for when the crew arrived they caught her former body in the act and Suguha had an evil grimace on her face as she convinced them she was commitng heresy and ordered the crew to kill her. Fully aware of what the fruit gave her she finally earned the luck she deserved. And so Suguha went the rest of her years on the sea hunting other pirates and marines until her current host was damaged, aging, or weak compared to a new vessel. The only downside being she was only able to obtain a body of a woman. During the rest of her years the Pirate age was in full swing upon the discovery of One Piece and the secrets that it held. Eventually after two centuries the Fleet Admiral, Koga D. Ishigaki had discovered her rouse and put out a devastating bounty on her until the point where she couldn't be caught and was soon offered the position of Shichibukai. Nowadays Suguha roams the sea defiling anything in her path.

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Weapons/Items:

Phantom Blade:

This sword is rather special for the simple reason that it not a normal sword. The Phantom blade is one of the Ō Wazamono or Great Grade Swords. While the sword is real when it's name is uttered the blade dissipates into a plum purple blade that becomes intangible. The only other key feature is that it releases a murky purple aura off the sides of the blade as it hovers over the floor the longer it is activated. The blade has one major form of destruction, the first form is rather average and is a simple hack and slash attack. While the blade is intangible it acts as if it was any other sword, but it does not physically harm the victim, meaning the blade will not draw blood. The key to this ability is the blade, while they may not cut, do inflict damage. The blade bypasses the victim’s skin and enters the body, but there is no internal damage such as a ruptured spleen, these swords are specialized to attacking the victim’s sense of pain. The pain is just as real as being stabbed by a sword simply without the necessity of landing a full on slash or gash in the victim. The pain is so real even a strong willed person might have trouble removing the thought from their head.

Special Skills/Attributes:

Unfortunately her fruit only constitutes one ability as you will read below. While her abilities differ from body to body two things remain the same. Her knowledge and experience from fighting for over two centuries and her dexterity and swordsmanship. Suguha was a swordsman of great skill. In life, her swordsmanship skills resembled a mix of Japanese style Kenjutsu and Battojutsu. Suguha was also a very fast runner with high endurance, capable of jumping from great heights

Devil Fruit
Name: Iko Iko no Mi (Switch Switch Fruit)
Type: Paramecia
Description:

The switch switch fruit is as it's name applies. Upon consuming the fruit the user first gains the appearance of scars of all over the body with a distinct mark in the upper chest area. The Iko Iko no Mi allows Suguha to take control, and read the memories of any host. This requires two things, firstly for the host to be female and secondly a connection must be made by touch until the scars transfer over to the next body. Upon transferring her old body dies and with her new body she is able to retain the prior hosts memories and their unique abilities. This implying she can hold two devil fruit at a time depending on her body.

Devil Fruit
(Current Body)
Name: Utsuro Utsuro no Mi
Type: Paramecia
Description:

This fruit allows user to store things within another dimensional space, achieved by direct contact with the user's body. The things he can store is only limited to the same mass of his body. Things stored are frozen in time, meaning they are in the same condition as they were when stored, for example, an arrow exhibiting the same momentum or a cola still as cold as when they were stored.
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Full Name
Yukishiro, Ryouhei
Alias
3025
Gender
Male
Age Appearance
41
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Division
1st Divison
Rank
Captain Commander
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Personality
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History
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Equipment
The Clothes on his Back.
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Zankensoki, Reiatsu and other Talents
Unremarkable/Average/Impressive/Incredible Reiatsu: Incredible


Zanjutsu Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Grandmaster
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【Fighting Style】

Dating back to the Edo Period when Samurai ruled Japan there was a strict belief in using the sword as a way of war and battle. Live by the sword and die by the sword, back then times were simpler and Dojo were run by masters of the art of Kenjutsu each master possessing a unique individual technique and successions style that roved to beat the rest. To learn a succession technique was just that of surpassing the old bonds between student and master and become the new teacher of the Dojo and style. And it was just as simple for a Ronin to come by and challenge the school and destroy it with the same sword used to make it. Ryouhei was one of those Dojo Masters and had mastered the Kenjutsu known as the “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” in the field of Surakon (Spirit Decomposition). Surakon is an odd art that Ryouhei had created while discovering the fact that he was more than plainly human, Ryouhei at the time believed that the gods had endowed him with more than his human qualities given that fact he was able to sense spiritual pressure and see creatures far worse than human creation, hollows. Ryouhei had used his abilities and swordsmanship to kill hollows and only accept students who had abilities such as his, few students there were. Surakon is a field of Kenjutsu that vastly deals with the capitalization of spirit particles to increase the users speed and reflexes. With the increased reflexes the user increase the ability of Iaido which deals specifically with the rapid drawing and sheathing of a sword.

The way of their fighting style is implored can be very dull at first. With their enhanced reflexes the users of the Surakon play an aggressive yet tactical way of fighting. Their reflexes allow them to press their opponents and their heightened senses allow them to counter attack and dodge an opponent’s movements swiftly. Now for the actual style “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” this legendary style was developed to allow a single samurai to defeat numerous foes single-handed. Practitioners of this style use a combination of near-superhuman speed and agility. The Surakon allows them pseudo telepathy in order to read, understand, and break down in order to avoid the enemies attack with the least amount of effort. Unfortunately for marginally stronger opponents the Surakon and style “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” take a last second dodge or even hit to fully expand on the person fighting style or attack, thus allowing them to break the technique. This effectively places themselves in the perfect position to strike in the very instant the opponent's strike misses whilst applying pressure against the target and all in the direct range of the attack.

The “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” in combination with the Surakon make for a very lethal form of Kenjutsu using tremendous power and speed with the elegance of tactical response. However there is a downside to the ability, besides the fact that the sword style is very secretive and only taught to some students with the capability of learning it there is one fatal flaw. If the techniques are seen through repetition by the user, the abilities become more clearly analyzed even for prying eyes to the point where they can be read and also broken, but not at a rate as the Surakon itself. The major flaw of the style is that the style requires constant training and the physique of pure masculinity. If the users of the style aren’t big enough muscular wise the technique will tear apart the body inside out the more wear and tear is put on the body. This debilitating side effect happens for the plain reason that the spirit particles aren’t meant for human use and using such god-like speed and power in a human vessel is inhuman. If too much strain is put on the body of a lightweight the buildup leaves the user unable to perform the art. Hence why Ryouhei is such a physical specimen, lastly the technique is passed down from master to student and once the succession technique is learned the master dies from the student performing the perfected result thus passing on the Dojo and Kenjutsu line.


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Hakuda Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Master

Kidō Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Expert

Hohō Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: GrandMaster
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Zanpakutō
Zanpakutō Name:
Surakon: Buntai (Spirit Decomposition: Fission)

Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance:

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【Shikai】:

Release Command: Bisect

Shikai Appearance:
The Shikai is more than just a regular katana, but not as preposterous as a gun or an axe. Keeping it traditional, Ryouhei's sheath or sealed Zanpakutō Is filled with reishi until a proper sword is forged in its place. Upon unsheathing the sword is a perfectly engineered katana except for one unique trait. The Hada (Steel Forging Pattern) is not just a pattern, but an integrated part of the sword. The sword itself while pristine in condition possess cracks within the blade that reveal subtle hints of glowing blue reishi. While the blade does looked cracked and damaged it still is able to cut through any other sword would, but also allows the integration of pure reishi. Other than that, the swords guard is in the shape of a Buddhist Lotus Flower while the Tsuka is a pale white.


Shikai Abilities:

Name:
Surakon: Buntai (Spirit Decomposition: Fission)

Description:
The main ability of the users Shikai, Yusetsu is able of using one of the parent abilities of the Surakon. In Shikai the user is able to use Reishi Fission which is the ability to pull apart Reishi atoms or particles. This is where most the offensive abilities come from as they can easily degrade, break, and decay most objects and or attacks such as the “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” and Surakon teachings imply.


Name:
Surakon: Funsai (Spirit Decomposition: Pulverization)

Description:
The user uses Surakon: Funsai to create a slash absorbing Ryouhei's spiritual energy, releasing a highly condensed spiritual energy at the tip of the blade. This slash takes the form of a crescent moon or the shape of a wave. The slash itself expands rapidly in size when being propelled towards its intended target. The slash then seems to explode with a tremendous amount of force, while the exterior tips of the slash effectively restrict the size of the blast radius, resulting in the destruction of everything and anyone caught within as they are pulverized into minute particles of dust. The technique isn't limited to just affecting physical matter; it can also affect reiatsu based structures or tangible bankai's (e.g. Miyuri's Bankai). Depending on the initial shape of the slash can dictate the effectiveness of the blast. When a small wave is generated, the slash/wave possesses a relatively small blast radius, proving to show minimal amount of collateral damage. A large or massive wave would create utter destruction.


Name:
Sukaron: Uchiai (Spirit Decomposition: Exchange of Blows)

Description:
As the name implies this ability draws on the principle of reishi exchange. This is a more passive ability for his shikai but needs to be activated on command. Once the technique is used the swords passive ability kicks in. During this phase the sword has the ability to cut and reprieve reishi from whatever it cuts. However the technique is used solely on the premise of cutting their opponent. When the sword cuts the target the wound is immediately cauterized instead of bleeding as the cut removes the reishi from the wound inflicted and absorbs it into the sword and sheath. This is beatification to the enemy party since their wounds will be heated shut upon being hit. The technique doesn't stop at just simple cuts and scrapes, but focuses more on landing critical strikes. If Ryouhei were to cut someone's arm off then the arm would immediately obliterate into spirit particles and be absorbed through the sword. Thus giving off the impression the sword itself is a sentient being, hungry for particles. Once a limb is severed the large accumulation of particles is quickly stored for use in bankai. This is especially effective for arrancar with unprecedented regeneration rates. As they regenerate their limbs it just gives more source of power to Ryouhei. Now for the main reason it is called an equivalent exchange is for the simple fact is he gains regenerative abilities upon using the cultivated resihi. In bankai the regeneration is equivalent to regenerating an arm in an instant if there is a sufficient amount of reishi borrowed from the enemy.


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【Bankai】

Bankai Name:
Yusetsu Ibitenjin (Decaying Exhibit of Wielding Fusion)

Bankai Appearance: See Character Appearance

Bankai Abilities:

Name: Surakon: Fusha (Soul Decomposition: Medium)
Description:
This is the dominant ability used by the user once they activate their Bankai. Once they trigger Bankai users of the Surakon grow this passive ability, Reishi fusion. Upon entering this stage the user relinquishes all but a small percentage of Reishi left in their body to make way for the new pure Reishi upon entering this form, the blast of Reishi exiting the body is sufficient to knock back captains and leave elite captains fighting the push. The push is used as a cover for the Bankai to fully take place. After they have relinquished their own Reishi their Zanpakuto vanishes into nothing but dust appearing as though they have obliterated their weapon almost as if the Bankai was a suicide move with no a very big punch. But you see upon seeing those two prerequisites the user become a media for Reishi. Like the Quincy or the Arrancar the user in question becomes a pure medium for Reishi, allowing them to absorb large quantities of Reishi without avail due to the Surakon allowing for the manipulation of Reishi atoms.

However instead of using fission to destroy the particles this form allows the user to bond with the Reishi atoms through fusion. The body becomes a vacuum and sucks the Reishi out of buildings by breaking down the molecules and the environment slowly over time until the max amount of Reishi can be held in the body. Full Reishi consumption takes 10 posts to surmount and afterwards Reishi will no longer bed absorbed. With their old Reishi completely renewed with the pure Reishi their Reiatsu becomes completely dominate capable of sensing to a far greater level allowing him to surpass any ability that would hides ones presence if he/she is more powerful than the opponent in question. In this form the user gains several passive abilities such as spirit weapon augmentation due to the amount of Reishi, the Zanpakuto isn’t obliterated, but only comes back as a pure condensed blade made of Reishi. Beyond the weapon augmentation the user is also gifted with powerful spiritual power.


Name: Surakon: Kireru (Soul Decompostion: Break)
Description:
After activating the Bankai stage and replenishing with the new Reishi the user’s body glows a bright blue from the pure Reishi flowing through the body. The user can channel a great amount of Reiatsu, utilizing Reishi fusion, to any body part. Particularly for this technique, the target becomes the user’s hands. Upon using this ability the user can augment the Reiatsu in their hands so much that a lieutenant or a beginner level Captain’s Zanpakuto can be stopped mid attack, be it in between the users fingers or in a full on grasp, and forcefully broken. Thus breaking the Zanpakuto into two halves and leaving the Shinigami powerless. For normal captains and Elite captains the ability only allows for softened blows from a Hand-to-hand combatant to the point where they can’t get their head crushed in one blow or enough power reduction from an attack from bringing them to the precipice of death.


Name: Surakon: Futago Kizuna (Spirit Decomposition: Twin Bonds)
Description:
Just as the name mentions this technique plays on the strengths of both the Shikai ability and that of the Bankai ability of Surakon. The first part of the technique encompasses the Shikai ability of Surakon, Reishi fission. The user’s Reishi control is so refined in this form, when user slashes his sword, toothpick sized beams shoot out in the direction of the slash. The toothpick like beams than use fission to break apart the Reishi atoms in the air and allow for small tiny controlled explosions to occur, these explosion are the power of a bala or a cero except instead of a concentrated beam or potent blast the splinters erupt like frag grenades.

The way to tell where the explosions will occur are firstly the splinters will make noise while passing through the air, and secondly right before the time of eruption the splinters will flash a glare as if someone had shined a mirror in front of the sun. However hitting another Reishi based object like a building will cause a greater explosion than an average cero. The Fusion ability of this attack is if indeed the splinters hit the target the splinters will very, very slowly drain reishi from the target and transfer the spiritual energy to the user to further increase the preparation for his final attack.


Name: Surakon: Jōshō (Spirit Decomposition: Ascension)
Description:
This is the “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” succession technique passed down to only four generations of dojo, Ryouhei being the third, his student being the fourth. After the 10 posts have been collectively gathered the user’s built up reishi manifests into a scabbard for his katana. Upon sheathing his katana the user utilizes the base art of the “Ascending Heaven’s Peak Sword Style” and prepares for an Iaido slash. However when the user acts up the Iaido the use does not slash, however the reishi built up from the 10 posts that has formed into his scabbard ejects the sword at a high velocity fusing with the katana at the last second to create a destructive final attack. With the reishi of 10 posts the katana uses its powerful speed to reach the range of a 5 mile radius of the opponent before violently exploding. As the weapon reaches the target the target only sees a large blue cross before the weapon violently explodes. However the explosion is a ploy; as it explodes into a negative zone fooling the target to think the explosion never reach as an illusion. In that second of experiencing the illusion the explosion violently collapses engulfing the target inside of the blast.


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Name: Sagara Hajime
Alias/Nickname/s: Surgeon of Death
Gender: Male
True Age: 2459
Appearance Age: ??
Race: Shinigami
Rank: Elite Captain
Division: 4th
History:
And so begins the story of how Sagara came to be. Before Sagara was born his parents had been citizen of a small city in japan that mostly no one knew of since it was such a small city. The city was relatively lively since everyone knew each other on a first and last name basis from the small population, the city wasn’t known for much apart from its lively economy, which was the only thing that kept the city afloat beyond the control of the government. Now Sagara's parents had both worked with the economy and had both grown to be very wealthy, their names were weighted heavy in the city for their outstanding funds. At the time they didn't know either one existed since they worked in two different types of work. His father being in charge of imports and exports, while his mother was in charge of financing the revenue and expenses of each major company. With such jobs that needed the utmost dedication and most of their time, it seemed the two didn't have time to burden themselves by going out and having friends. Their jobs were to demanding that the little time they had off they had spent sleeping preparing their bodies for the next day.

Well, fortunately for them they had both moved to Karakura Town for separate actions by their companies and they became familiar with Karakura Town and its bustling erratic movement, it seemed like the city always had something important to do. During a festival in Karakura Town everyone that was anyone was invited since it took up the streets and bar’s everywhere became packed along with restaurants. Awkwardly enough Sagara's parents had met at one of these bars in the busy Karakura Town streets, they had gone with separate friends, but at the end of the night had ended up leaving together. What drew them together were each other’s personal characteristics. His dad had serene silver eyes that captured the light in a way it captivated people who looked into them. And his mother had lush flawless skin with beautiful auburn hair and a smile you couldn't say no to. Both had been passing glares to each other the whole night until his father finally mustered up the courage to have finally asked her on a date.

The two kicked it off that night they painted the city red, celebrating, eating, and sharing laughs with one another. It was almost too good to be true, how in just one night they could find such a paradise that people only dreamed about. Now, fast forwarding a couple of years, the two finally settled down after his father asking her to move in with him, even though it wasn't the big question his mother had hoped for (marriage) she was still glad that they had took their relationship one step closer to that of marriage. They still had been working for the businesses they had started off as, but now they had been with their companies so long they gained benefits that would cover their own expenses and medical needs. By now Sagara's father popped the big question asking his mother to be with him forever. In tears she smiled and said yes making it the happiest days in both of their lives. The wedding had been gorgeous and over the top since they had the money to spend on it. Friends and family from all over the country came to see the two wed. Unfortunately during the time of the wedding a massive earthquake hit the surrounding area and unknowingly his two parents had consumed the nameless worm.

By now they had saved enough money they could consider early retirement, but his mother had other plans. Those plans later turned into young Sagara being born, yes finally after an odd number of years he was born into the Expanding world, thus his own story beings. Both of his parents had retired from their job yet they lived the luxurious life. Together they raised Sagara into a smart and caring little boy, though he wasn't the spoiled kind. Growing up was easy for Sagara as he was taught by his parents at a young age. They had taught him the basics that every child should and then they began giving him books to read without the pictures.

Years passed and now Sagara was able to speak fluently with great vocabulary and had excellent grammar he was about 11. For the next 10 years of his life he would begin to learn all there was to be known about science and medical studies. His parents had aged and now they were in there forties yet still lively. Sagara had took an interest in science and developed a knack for it, studying for hours upon hours when he got home, proud to present to his parents of what he learned in school that day. It was true his mind was more developed then the kids his age, but some say it was good genes, others called it good parenting, and most people just said he was a genius. They all took each compliment willingly and were embarrassed at how popular Sagara had gotten over the years. Sagara on his own was happy with his childhood and life he didn't have needs for games or being a ninja he wanted to just have more knowledge so he could carry on his family name and inherit his first son rights as successor to the family fortune.

Two years passed and now Sagara was 13 and had been overcome with an obsession with the human anatomy and what fragile beings humans were. This obsession became a permanent habit; instead of studying anything else he became infatuated with learning all about the human genome. The human body seemed complex, but at the same time it was so weak, it was unable to do such enormous feas as the animal kingdom could accomplish like a lizard’s regeneration or a cheetah’s speed. Even the human body’s immune system was feeble at best compared to a chimpanzee. And so Sagara spent all his time and energy into the research of the human anatomy until he mastered its knowledge. By now Sagara had finally begun to travel to public school instead of being taught at home since his parents wanted him to learn the meaning of having companions. During his school year the teacher’s and administrator had been playing around the idea of going on an out of school field trip. They would take a handful of students and take them out to camp in the countryside by the mountains so they could explore nature and the caves that had been made long before the buildings and steel that made Karakura Town. Sagara was excited to go and his parents gave him the permission to go on the trip with the rest of his classmates and his friends.

It seemed as though everything was going according to plan. The school was closed for the week, they had enough supplies to last them through the week, and the kids were filled with adventure. They took a bus out of the city to a desolate land where no skyscrapers or buildings were made and the weather was quite chilly. From the bus they began to hike led by the Administrator who had a map of the area around him. And simple enough there was a trail that led the through a forest and higher up into the mountains. Laughing and fun could be heard behind the Administrator as the teachers talked to the students and the students mingled with each other, but something began to puzzle the Administrator, he was lost. A quick glance, a turn of the map, a squint, he was indeed lost and his pride prevented him from asking for help since he arranged the entire thing.

Ignoring the fact he was lost he decided to take control of the expedition and follow his sense of direction and where he was headed originally. Everyone else was completely unaware of where they were going and when they asked the administrator if he knew where they were headed, he always gave a weary smile, and said yes. But aspirations began to grow shallow since they hadn’t made it to their camp and the sun began to set. Furthermore as he tried to calm them the kids grew weary as well and began to grow hungry and tired. Then things went from bad to worse when the sky began to fog up with dark grey clouds and the familiar sound of thunder struck the air. Rain began to downpour unto the group and the rest of the forest. Scared now they all began to panic before the administrator directed them to an open cave where they could rest in.

They rushed to the cave and poured in one by one until they were in a mass huddle. Wet, Scared, and tired they hung onto the teachers and waited out the storm. The administrator had begun to whisper to the other teachers telling them that indeed they were lost. Chattering filled the cave and despair steadily rose in each of the teachers while the administrator felt like a recluse. The thunder became louder and the lightning became more reoccurring until it rang just outside of the cave. And then finally the lightning struck at the cave and the rock and sediment above the cave crumbled and incased the opening into a rock prison. The children screamed and cried themselves to sleep until the next morning, very few streams of light poked through the creases in the rock. Time after time the teachers tried to break through the prison, but the more they tried the more rocks covered the entrance. Weeks dragged on without any contact to the outside world and it felt like no one was going to look for them now.

Slowly but surely they all began to lose their willpower, the food and supplies they had begun to shrink in size and the teachers began to sacrifice their portions to the kids so they could survive instead of going to sleep hungry. However as the supplies shrank in size the adults began to grow weak and had befallen into sickness from not eating and burning to much energy. Being the oldest and most knowledgeable on the human body and medicine Sagara looked after their supervisors, with limited supplies he tried the best he could to keep them alive, but was defeated when they had all died one by one; either from insanity or hunger and dehydration. Sagara never felt so alone and discarded, it was only him and the other children now and the isolation had begun to drive them mad.

Sagara and the rest of them had begun to lose their humanity and became animalistic, being the only one who kept his will, Sagara cut himself off from the rest of the boys and separated him from the rest. Yet the hunger kept swinging at him, his hope was quickly diminished when no one from the town had gone to retrieve them, maybe they would never come to get them, and how would they know where the cave was now that it was covered in rocks. That night Sagara had begun to fall asleep, he hadn't slept in days in fear something would happen to him, or he would miss his chance at rescue, little did he know he was making a big mistake. When he fell asleep the other kids formed around him, targeting Sagara because he was alone and weak. Crazed, starving for food, the children pounced on Sagara and held him down. Sagara immediately woke up in a panic, his eyes wide open as the fear and horror illuminated his eyes.

Sagara tugged and pulled yet no avail, he had tried screaming, but that wasn't working either. All Sagara could do was cry and hope they would stop, that's when he felt the teeth of one of his fellow classmates sink into his skin. The children grew barbaric and ravenous chomping away at his skin and muscle. Sagara tugged and pulled the pain surged through him he felt like he was dying slowly and there was no way out, he would soon pass out from blood loss, thinking to himself this was the last moments of his life, he then tugged for freedom trying to think of a solution out. He was running out of time the kids had already gotten to the bone which they began to break, they had been wanting the marrow from inside his bones, they had been starved for weeks and this was their first chance at something to eat, they were almost in a ritualistic manner devouring his arm and the rest of his body, with his blood riddled over their faces. Sagara thought fast realizing he should do just the same; Sagara chomped down on the hand that held his mouth exerting all the pressure he could. The boy holding him let go, now was his chance.

Sagara screamed, it was a blood curdling high pitched scream, he screamed so loud he nearly exhausted his oxygen supply. Hopefully his efforts wouldn't be in vain. Sagara had passed out from blood loss his tears the only thing covering his body. Oddly enough Sagara awoke the next day alive? Yes he was alive, but he was no longer in the cave. He had woken up in a rather strange lab he had never seen before. Sagara had shot straight up thinking he was in a nightmare, he touched his face, but there was something different his touch was cold. When Segara stretched out his arms he saw that both of his arms were riddled with stiches, up and down, scattered everywhere. His arms were covered in sitches all around and when he panicked he threw the blanket he had been covered with to the side, only to reveal his legs, feet, and upper torso were just engulfed in stiches. Almost on instinct Sagara threw his hands to his face and felt nothing, his sense of touch had been eliminated from the multitude of bites he suffered, his nerves were to damage to repair so they died and he lost one of his five natural senses. As he began to cry he rose up feeling extremely weak as he looked into the reflection of an iron fridge and saw his face has been scarred with stiches too.

Sagara yelled in anger and tragedy as he knocked over all the beakers and glass jars that were set on top of the desk. When suddenly his savior had rushed in and held Sagara, his name was Saito. After he had calmed down, Saito began to explain what happened to Sagara after he passed out. In a surprising turn of events, Saito a surgeon and alchemist had heard the savage noises and yells for help from the cave. When he ran over to investigate he destroyed the cave wall with an alchemic concoction and entered while he euthanize the other boys whose souls had been too far gone to save. Using some traditional medicine Saito kept Sagara alive just enough so he could operate him in his private lab where he awoke in. But why was he near the cave? Saito acknowledged his curiosity and confessed the he was an Alchemist looking for rare ingredients that only lived in the natural areas outside the town. Alchemy was considered magic in their times for it was an alternative to medicine and rumored to have the power to rival god, even so far as to say that alchemy can turn metals into gold. Sagara, still confused, soon grew attached to Saito, not only because he saved his life, but because of his passion for power and knowledge.

And so Sagara became Saito’s disciple and soon Sagara began to learn information he never knew existed, he learned new things about the human body and how to treat it better than most physicians could. And he grew especially excited when the taboo art of alchemy was explained to him, for the next few years Sagara would work his way to perfecting the art until he was able to master it that was until today. While Saito had gone out to find ingredients Sagara had created a secret side project hidden from Saito that was even taboo for him. The dangerous art of human modifications, Sagara read of heinous and destructive alchemy that would allow him to bend fire at will or allow him the strength of a bear and the regenerative properties of a starfish. But what he wanted was immortality and rebirth so his scarred body would be reborn into an immortal one. Having gathered the required materials Sagara began the ritual as he carefully followed the instructions, but what he didn’t know was this magic was never perfected. His avarice is what would be the means to an end, the alchemic sequence began, but what started out flawlessly ended horribly. The sequence began to go array and Sagara entered a stage of denial, but it was too late. The sequence had overreacted and the entire process had sparked an explosion with the chemicals.

The explosion erupted in front of Sagara’s face as the flames engulfed his body and consumed the lba round him creating several more explosions from the materials that were in the lab. And in a matter of minutes the entire lab had exploded leaving nothing but remnants of its past behind. When Saito had arrived it was already too late. And so in a fiery death Sagara laughed manically on his way to the other side. Arriving in Rukongai was his first experience being in the world of reishi and other natural phenomenon that took place in the shinigami world. Sagara immediately took this as a challenge and began to build his vault of knowledge of all that existed in this new world. However when he first arrived his body still bored the army of stiches on his body, but now his body was charcoal black from the burns that he inflicted upon himself. The burns seemed to never heal and the heat stayed with him as well, publically he was an atrocious monster so Sagara decided to cover up his mistakes and wrapped himself in a multitude of gauze and bandages until he became comfortable with his look. From then on Sagara built his knowledge until he joined the Gotei 13 as the 4th Divison Captain.

There Sagara fused his prior medical knowledge and alchemy with that of the new world with Reiatsu and Kido at his disposal. From then on Sagara became one of the oldest Shingami in the Gotei 13, second to the Captain Commander. Sagara is by far the most knowledgeable on health related matters in all of Soul Society. He is known to be highly proficient in conventional healing techniques as well as herbal healing. He also has the ability to heal more than just Shinigami, since he was once human too. His Kido has also become rather advanced in the art of spiritual energy and has created a battalion of his own Kido. His knowledge and mastery of healing Kidō are unrivaled within Soul Society. Sagara is well-versed in a variety of Kidō, able to easily use high-level Hadō and Bakudō spells without incantation. And now Sagara the crazy motherfucker that he is remains one of Soul Society’s most intellectual and dangerous beings.

Personality:
Sagara has no compassion or mercy for his enemies, though he never shows much regard for human life, at some points even letting on that he likes to kill and experiment whether or not his enemy is alive or not. He is rather morbid and arrogant. Nevertheless, none of these character flaws prevent him from being a superb investigator and fighter. He believes in peace and order, even in the society created by his former enemies. Anyone he considers to be corrupt or despotic, he targets for elimination. He expects those involved in the soul society army to carry out their duties without letting their personal feelings interfere. Sagara is calm and collected, not getting rattled by his opponents. He is quiet and contempt, as he does not speak often, but he does speak to everyone with a natural apathy as he gives everyone a state of neutrality until he better knows the person, he barely uses honorifics and when faced with advising people he grows a small vendetta. He noticeably dislikes opponents who are cowardly, instead preferring opponents who are brave enough to face him. He also seems to dislike opponents who are weaker than him, preferring to face opponents who possess either the same level of skill as him or are a bit stronger than him.
Sagara comes off as being very dark. Sagara claims to enjoy the relationship between victim and murderer, stating that before the murderer kills their victim the two share a level of intimacy which is too deep for words. He also views love as a sadomasochistic relationship, believing that lovers care deeply for each other and yet hurt each other whenever they are together. He rarely displays emotion, never seeming angry or sad, but when Sagara enters his Bankai Sagara seems to disregard his old personality and becomes swallowed by a blood thirsty unbalanced maniacal creature that has nothing but the determination for death. Other than that Sagara displays very high intelligence, in some ways giving him something of an evil genius persona and personifies the stereotype of the mad scientist. TO sum it all up Sagara is a coldblooded ruthless scientist.
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Name: Hotaru
Age: 31
Gender: Male
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Place of Birth: Ba Sing Se
Gang: Forsaken Marytr
Element: Earth
Powers:
Among having mastered all of the four elements as expected by the Avatar, Hotaru is a master of the earth bending style as he was born as such. His powers extend from normal earth bending to metal bending and one of the most exciting abilities is the use of Seismic sense. Beyond the four elements he is able to spirit bend and use all four elements at the same time in the Avatar state.
Strengths: Being the Avatar
Weaknesses: Speed, Open feet
Weapons/Items: None
History:
Hotaru history is easily explained through the annals of history; each bender is set on a path of peace and prosperity and can be reunited with their past lives once they have mastered their spiritual side. After the death of Avatar Ryuk the avatar was reborn in the season of spring as all Earth Avatar’s do. At a young age he was born into a healthy rich family without the slightest hint that he was the avatar to be. Unlike most rich earth benders that lived in Ba Sing se Hotaru was never a child who wanted everyone to do his bidding, Hotaru was an adventuress boy who always wanted to pry himself from his parent’s grasp and run around the city. However his parents had a firm belief in keeping Hotaru locked in the mansion to learn proper etiquette and take over their business, for bending was too barbaric for their liking. Men and women would kill to be raised in Hotaru’s family being fed with a silver spoon, but Hotaru wasn’t a fan of any of it, he never liked anyone doing anything for him for free or under command.

He never got along with any of the other rich boys for they were all snobby and so vain that it disgusted to be associated with them. They would constantly squander Hotaru for not being as proper as them and always calling him a savage that had a useless family that was a bitch to the royal families. Hotaru couldn’t take this anymore so Hotaru finally snapped and lashed out in anger, but not with his fists, large earth rifts jetted out of the ground and toppled the boys leaving them bruised and crying. Afraid of Hotaru they all ran while branding him a monster or a freak. But that’s when Hotaru became the happiest. While this had happened one of the Professors at the school had been watching for he too was an earth bender but in disguise as to not bury his name just as Hotaru had done. For now he would simply keep an eye on Hotaru and make sure he was safe for he wanted to study him more. The news was kept under wraps from the help of the professor and the boys would no longer mess with Hotaru while in his presence, not that they could anyways.

Completely oblivious to the actions by others that kept him safe Hotaru lived his happy life outside his golden family halls. Rebelling against his parents Hotaru would always sneak out of his mansion and go to the lower markets of Ba Sing Se where he was tantalized more by the way poverty had no effect on the people than the history of the wallpaper in his room. The markets became his sanctuary, his home away from home, why? Because the markets were what he truly wanted. It was freedom, freedom to do as you wish, and the freedom to be happy. Even if happiness costed them to be poor and have less commodities than the rich; being generally known by the city as royalty Hotaru would hide his identity by one of his favorite activities, getting dirty. His scruffy black hair covered his face and he ditched his fine silk clothing for ragged torn hand me downs from around the market. Here hotaru was free to practice his bending for it was famous down in the markets; no it was a way of life and economy. And that is when Hotaru first met his first friend, Kato.

Kato was a wild boy just as Hotaru was, but he was less privileged. Kato was the most gullible child Hotaru ever met and he was unable to read or write or do anything Hotaru could besides earth bend and cook. And when he earth bended he put Hotaru to shame. The two quickly became inseparable friends who constantly caused trouble in the markets and played for what seemed like ages. They quickly became best friends and it seemed like Kato was like a dog, he would fight and protect Hotaru no matter what for he trusted him and in his eyes Hotaru really could do no wrong. And so quickly enough their relationship grew and Hotaru began to learn earhtbending from his friend, but quickly excelled because unannounced to him he was the avatar. When his family finally caught wind that he had been hanging down by the markets and constantly came home late and dirty they punished Hotaru by banning him to only his room and school. Angry and conflicted that he couldn’t see Kato, hotaru blamed himself and grew paranoid of what Kato would think of him if he didn’t show for more than a week.

Would they cease to be friends? Would he put the whole blame on Hotaru? Would he even remember him? The thoughts raced through his brain and he couldn’t control them anymore, but they just kept building up inside him. One day at school without the presence of the Professor, Hotaru had been alone after studies when a group of kids had surrounded him with their leader. A boy by the name of Rohan decided it was time Hotaru paid up for his ‘strangeness’ and so they bullied him day after day and Hotaru took it because he thought it was what he deserved for leaving Kato behind, even if his parents were the one to lock him away. And then finally Hotaru blew up like a nuclear bomb, Hotaru’s eye’s flared white and the earth around him flew up in blocks like it was nothing. The Professor was in the process of stopping Hotaru until he saw him in the avatar state, dumbfounded and in shock his body wouldn’t move only his eyes followed Hotaru.

The blocks smashed each of the kids into the walls behind them, and finally Rohan was the only boy who stood in his way. Scared, crying, and frozen in fear Rohan begged for forgiveness, but Hotaru wasn’t so forgiving. And so Hotaru raised his hand ready to impale Rohan with an earth spear, but was quickly brought back to his normal state when Professor Otaku commanded him to stop. Looking at his surroundings Hotaru began to cry from the mix of Kato and what he had done to the other boys, it wasn’t his fault or was it? ”What am I?” and Otaku simply stuck out his hand and in a delicate voice whispered ”You’re the Avatar.” and all at once the sobbing stopped. And from then on Otaku had trained him in earth bending. Otaku before he was a professor was the head of the Dai Li during the Flame War and still technically was, but used his job as the Professor as a cover for his actions to protect the heritage and culture of Ba Sing Se. So naturally Otaku became his first master and taught him everything he could, and by the time Hotaru was 10 he was able to perform the early methods of Metal bending and seismic sensing.

While he was under Otaku’s instruction he was able to go freely to visit Kato and restart their friendship. And that they did, but Kato never resented Hotaru for leaving him because he knew the first time he met Hotaru that he was part of the royal families. Shocked and confused Hotaru was speechless, but after their therapy session everything else was history. While he trained with Otaku, Otaku taught Hotaru of the past avatar and his role in history and the war, Hotaru was stupefied by how naïve the avatar could be, but also grew a nasty hatred towards the fire nation for using their bending in such a way. Little did he know while he was playing with Kato the other boys and Rohan had been watching him secretly and decided to cast their revenge on Hotaru by paying bender mercenaries to ambush and attack Kato. And so they did, and one practice Kato had entered the training grounds, wounded and lacking breathe he rolled into Hotaru’s arms. Fresh streams poured down Hotaru’s face as he asked who had done this crime against him, but only one sentence left his weak voice before a smile cascaded his face. Benders, but thank you for all you’ve done for me Hotaru.

Hotaru became depressed and decided after Kato’s death that he would become the Avatar everyone wanted, but not the one everyone needed. Hotaru didn’t want to become the avatar for the simple fact he’d have to use the curse that got the previous Avatar killed and his best friend killed. However he did make a promise to Kato that he would create a world that he and Kato were equal so he couldn’t deny his duties as the avatar. So after training with master Otaku he left and went to seek a firebender master and that he did, it was easy to find Fire benders in the Fire nation, but this fire bender wasn’t a war hero from the time of Ryuk he was a simple man who had worked in the technology industry trying to create new ways to incorporate machinery with bending. Master Ryoshi was a very skilled and powerful fire bender who even started to incorporate early designs of lightning bending into his work. Lightning was destructive yet beautiful to Hotaru it was the art of destruction and life along with fire. So months passed and Hotaru’s training in the use of fire had quickly grown rapidly to the point he was ready to learn lightning bending, but he did not want to use the lethal bending he wanted to learn how to redirect it if the situation ever called for it.

But during one of his session’s Ryoshi wasn’t there and nowhere to be found, so Hotaru decided to go to his assembly line and open to find him in his office. And so subtly enough Hotaru snuck in to surprise his master only to find him in a dark room lit by candles with other benders. However these weren’t normal benders these were mercenaries surrounded by Ryoshi with a map and a slip of money designating where there next attack would be. On the walls around them were pictures of targets they once and currently had, either with a red x through them to signify the deed was done or a blank slate which was their latest projects. And that’s when Hotaru saw Kato’s picture with a bright red X through his grinning face. In a blinding rage the one he had felt those years ago when he was being bullied in the court yard had suddenly emerged. Fire lit the room a blaze with a mixture of fire and earth until he systematically took out each of the mercenaries. Now Hotaru and Ryoshi stood there circling around the room adjusting themselves for an attack. And then they spoke, Hotaru simply asking why, and Ryoshi simply telling him money was money.

And in a split second a crackle of Lightning left the fingertips of Ryoshi, and entered the body of Hotaru, but only to be redirected out of him into Ryoshi’s body. And in the final seconds of Ryoshi’s life he looked up to Hotaru and thanked him for being his disciple and how proud he was to teach the Avatar. Why was the world so cruel? Hotaru had been placed in the same position he had been two years ago. After the burial Hotaru continued his path to become the avatar and left for the Air Temples to learn his hardest feat, Air bending. The Air Nomads were the most peaceful people he had encountered maybe it’s because they were so cut off from the world and didn’t dabble in global affairs. It was the first time Hotaru wanted to live freely again, the people were humorous and treated him like family; even if he wasn’t the Avatar they would have welcomed him into their family. Hotaru became deeply enriched with peace and his spiritual side. During his time with the Nomads he was able to communicate with his past lives and learn the art of Chi bending. However Hotaru became obsessed with talking to Ryuk and talking of the War that wiped him out years ago. And as his air bending training came to an end Ryuk began to fill Hotaru’s mind with pounding thoughts of revenge sending him nightmares every night of Ryuk death in repeat.

Hotaru sought out the water tribe for he heard the waterbenders had special healing powers that could cure any ailment. And he needed dot get Ryuk’s voice and his nightmares out of his head before he would turn insane. So when he got to the Water Tribes the women took care of him and the water actually worked getting rid of his nightmares and helping him seek out a water bending master. Hotaru had grown into a large 18 year old man by the time he sought out his Master Ermac who had been one of the most powerful Benders in the water tribe. He had heard that he taught another prodigy from the Water tribe named Kadak how to water and Ice bend. Excited to learn ice bending Hotaru quickly involved himself with Master Ermac and began to learn waterbending, but he was however unable to learn how to correctly form ice or even use it. Saddened that he couldn’t use ice or healing water Ermac decided to take Hotaru to his own home and teach him the dangerous art of Blood bending from a scroll he had been passed down from his father and his father before him. Hotaru thought that such bending didn’t exist that it should be illegal to control someone else’s body.

But unfortunately for him Ryuk’s voice came back to him even greater now and pressured him into learning blood bending. And with each passing moon Hotaru’s blood bending grew stronger and stronger until he was adept as Ermac was. And regretfully one day the nightmares had become so intense that Hotaru couldn’t bear to move without crippling agony and bursting out in a hyperventilating sweat. And so in the middle of the night on a full moon he went to the healing benders an asked desperately for help, and tried as they might they couldn’t seem to penetrate his mind. The pain got so intense Hotaru lost his mind and unwillingly blood bended the water tribe members around him until they all bent to his will and suffered a painful agonizing death. Eventually Hotaru collapsed from the pain and awoke the next day to see ermac grabbing Hotaru by the shoulder and throwing him into the frozen ocean below him. While he fell Hotaru awoke into his Avatar state and attacked Ermac placing his thumb on his head taking away his blood bending forever.

When he left the village he attempted to severe the binds he had to his spiritual side, but the spiritual force was too much for him and Avatar Ryuk invaded Hotaru’s being taking over his body and partially his mind trapping the real Hotaru inside a cage in a corner of his mind. Ryuk finally free from his prison felt alive once more in the perfect host known as Hotaru. From that day forward Ryuk used the identity of Hotaru to enact his revenge from his former life and sink the bending world into a world of chaos and genocide starting with the fire nation. And so the Eradication Period started first with the destruction of the Fire nation until one by one each nation was destroyed under Ryuk/Hotaru’s rule. After his reign of tyranny each of the nations settled near omashu when Ryuk/Hotaru set up the slum known as the Five Points where the first ever organized crime syndicates would be created. Prostitution, Dirty Cops, and Murder rose in an uproar and swept the bending world slowly killing itself in the process.

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Name: Jade Syun

Age: 27

Gender: Male

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Nation: Air

Bending:
Sound Bending: Being an accomplished Air Bender or a master of sorts, Jade has discovered a branch of her main Affinity of air like the other three elements. Up until her studies each of the other elements has had branches of their affinity such as Ice, Metal, and Lightning. Challenging herself to find a branch for Air, Jade has created the art of Sound Bending. Using the longitudinal waves created by air she has been able to learn and control the use of sound bending. The main source of her Sound bending comes from her ability to access the natural phenomena known as Resonance. Still relatively new to her own bending Jade hasn’t mastered the full capabilities of her bending, but continues to fortify her research.

Height: 5’10

Weight: 130

Bio:
Jade’s history is a simple one, being born into the Air nomad temple she became a natural at air bending. At a young age she was ahead of her time, surpassing the students of her age and a few years above her even. The Air Nomads grew found of Jade for she was bright, charismatic, and kind hearted. She was everything the Air Temple stood for and more. When she came of age, Jade blossomed into a beautiful flower of the Air Temple and diligently worked alongside with the older Air Nomads. Jade due to her peaceful kind nature was able to get along with everyone at the temple which imparted her to pursue her quest in creating Sound bending. Being the most spiritual out of the four elements allowed her to reform her new type of bending much easier than if she were a fire bender of the sorts. Determined to further her progress, Jade humbly left the Air Temple with her flying bison, Drogo, to be the first Air bender to create a new branch of the affinity.
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Name: Vonael Dreyar
Title**: N/A
Alias*: Snow
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Mutation*: None
Height*: 5’8
Weight*: 135
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Pet*: None

Starting Location: The Shimmering City

Magical School: Word Weaving

Magical Specialization: Arcane

Magical affinity: Ice/Snow/Water

Companion*: None

Weapon(s) of Choice: A bow, his gauntlets if need be. 1x Ice Magic Crystal.

Fighting Style*: Snow has a rather eccentric approach to battle, with his natural ability of enhanced site from being born an elf he is able to execute Long range battle as a sort of sneak attack when approaching his enemy. Snow first line of battle during his sneak attacks or rather Long range fight is his bow, usually Snow equips a rather sturdy bow made out of augmented Yew which creates a recurve bow. Depending on the situation Snow will either equip a poison to the tips of a few arrows or his most common application which is coating the tips of his arrows with a fine concentrated tip of ice for more penetrating power. After two or three shots Snow abandons his bow for later use and goes on the offensive quite rapidly, not hesitating for a moment he begins to speak incantations as his mana begins to thrive and build with every incantation. Snow removes his clothing so he is more comfortable with battle and familiar with the land which also leaves him exposed, but his speed sometimes makes up for his vulnerability. Snow is a quick passed fighter not stopping for a moment’s notice as to relentlessly attack his opponent to either slow them down or prevent them from performing magic at the same pace as he. Snow is a quite adept Long range fighter always keeping his distance, however he is a weak close range and hand to hand combatant only having his sharpened gauntlet’s to help him in battle. Thus proving to be a worthy and balanced opponent.

Powers*:
Incantation: N/A
Range: Short-Long
Description: With his advanced use in water Snow has developed quite an effective magic, He is able to create snow amongst other things. His Magic allows him to control the weather in the immediate vicinity, or more specifically, control the water in the surrounding atmosphere which allows for the user to decrease the temperature below freezing point so the habitat of snow can take its place and create its course into snow. With the temperature shooting down to below zero tiny ice particles are made which in turn creates a granular material know as snow which has a soft structure. This ability also allows him to control ice. Though that isn't the end of it, with his control over water he can not only decrease the temperature of water, but also increase it allowing him to create boiling water and steam.

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: The user emits cold creating an area suitable for this attack. The user is then able to create water which he then begins to increase the temperature of the water allowing it to evaporate into a gas form amongst manipulation the gas becomes water vapor which is then released into the sky above, Once above the water is consume by the clouds which in turn become heavier and heavier snow begins to form and fall below them, the snow is heavy and quickly sticks and accumulates onto the ground. The main purpose of the technique is to lower the temperature's around him which hinders the opponent and create hypothermia and frost bite. .

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: The user focuses their mana around a wide distance of about 30 meters while being charged up the user begins to emit cold, quickly decreasing the temperature around him and the rest of the area, the ground begins to freeze over quickly turning nature into beautiful ice crystals. When the user has completed their mana kneading the user releases into a cold snap plummeting the temperature around them to subzero temperatures eventually trickling down to 0 kelvins which is the lowest a temperature can go. The aftermath left is the entire area becomes coated in ice, the enemy or enemies are trapped and encased in ice which is extremely hard to melt, and the user also turns to ice unable to break out. This is his ultimate technique ensuring the imprisonment of himself and possibly his opponent

Incantation:
Range: Short
Description: This particular technique is used as a defense against most hand to hand specialist. The user removes his clothes which leaves him completely naked. The user then turns his body more specifically the epidermis into a thick layer of ice this is also of course done over time. When fully complete the user's body becomes a tomb of ice which leaves the user immobilized. The ice itself is sturdy, but can be broken with ease, though that's not the main purpose. If hit the opponent's skin would have been subjected to the extreme cold of the ice surrounding him, depending on the amount of mana is used several different effects are taken. Only applicable twice per battle.

First degree
This is called frost-nip and this only affects the surface skin, which is frozen. On onset there is itching and pain, and then the skin develops white, red, and yellow patches and becomes numb. The area affected by frost-nip usually does not become permanently damaged as only the skin's top layers are affected. Long-term sensitivity to both heat and cold can sometimes happen after suffering from frost-nip.
Second degree
If freezing continues, the skin may freeze and harden, but the deep tissues are not affected and remain soft and normal. Second degree injury usually blisters 1–2 days after becoming frozen. The blisters may become hard and blackened, but usually appear worse than they are. Most of the injuries heal in one month but the area may become permanently insensitive to both heat and cold.
Third and Fourth degrees
If the area freezes further, deep frostbite occurs. The muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves all freeze. The skin is hard, feels waxy, and use of the area is lost temporarily, and in severe cases, permanently. The deep frostbite results in areas of purplish blisters which turn black and which are generally blood-filled. Nerve damage in the area can result in a loss of feeling. This extreme frostbite may result in fingers and toes being amputated if the area becomes infected with gangrene. If the frostbite has gone on untreated they may fall off. The extent of the damage done to the area by the freezing process of the frostbite may take several months to assess, and this often delays surgery to remove the dead tissue.

Incantation:
Range: Short
Description: This technique if fairly simple, the user manifests ice onto his body forming or creating an outside structure/skeleton/armor. The ices become limbs and are one with the user becoming an extension of the user. The user can basically create ice claws, ice wings, or icy padding to protect from small things such as knives or darts.

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: The user kneads his mana then creates a semi large dragon, though the dragon can be made out of several different materials such as snow, ice, and water, each attribute gives the dragon a different property. Snow creates minute frostbite, water creates a normal dragon, ice freezing a target's inflicted area, boiling water can burn a target creating blisters and burns in the inflicted area. The user can create one dragon or branch of into five which requires a substantial amount of mana including the mana needed to create different attributed dragons. The more dragons the weaker the attack and effects become.

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: With a simple flick of a wrist and the mana that is released from it, the snow surrounding the user and his opponent begins to blow in different directions quickly becoming a snowstorm or blizzard of such, this technique allows for the decline in the body temperature in the opponent. Flurries of snow begin to cover the opponent also tries to trap the legs of the opponent from the accumulation of snow. The storm can also become a malevolent storm, this occurs by mixing the snow with more cold creating hail, the hail range from different sizes, from small drops to the size of tennis balls, getting hit by the hail will be painful and can be proven to severely injure if the head sustains a ratio of hits.

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: This technique sends a massive amount of snow towards an opponent in the form of a wave, covering and crushing them in an avalanche of snow.

Incantation:
Range: Short
Description: The user creates pillars of ice which surrounded the enemy in a box like prison. At his command the pillars create spikes that grow on the inside walls, afterwards the pillars then collapse into each other trying to crush the opponent. The prison is fairly easy to break though.

Incantation:
Range: Supplemnetary
Description: The user focus his mana on a wound and generates an icy blue aura around his hands performing the opposite of cauterization, The user focuses mana around the wound and infuses cold to seal the wound by freezing it and preventing any blood loss. The ice is used for immediate purposes and immediate care rather a Long term affect.

Incantation:
Range: Short-Long
Description: This technique allows the user to infuse mana into the snow, rain, or hail to be able to detect and pinpoint the location of a fellow or opposing mage. The Mana infused weather becomes part of the user itself since the mana is being funneled into the weather allowing him to keep track of movement within the rain, snow, or hail. This technique requires there to be a form of precipitation to use and drains mana efficiently depending on the range exerted.

Incantation:
Range: Supplementary
Description: The user manipulates the moisture or water around him to create a small rotating orb of water around both of his hands, the water is used to treat or augment wounds such as burns, cuts, and can also extract venom or poison that might have entered the bloodstream. The water can also hydrate the target allowing for further recuperation and slowing down the process of fatigue. The water relaxes muscles that might become stiffened and can clean major wounds while circulating the blood back into the target's body. The effects of the water rely on how much mana is used by the user.

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: The user using the moisture around him or any nearby water resource creates a dozen large empty orbs which are manifested around him. The orbs hold a key power, dehydration; the orbs are then launched and set around the opponent, if they hit the orbs will then suck out the moisture of the inflicted area leaving the body part inflicted frail and weak. The orbs that have sucked out the moisture become filled with the stolen water and can easily refuel anything that comes in contact with it such as the enemies inflicted body part. The orbs also serve another purpose, for when they obtain liquid the orbs begin to fade and the water is released into the atmosphere as more water vapor. The orbs are fairly sow and can easily be destroyed.

Incantation:
Range: Varying
Description: The user like with boiling water can heat up the water around him, though this time the water exceeds well over boiling point turning into steam which is invisible vapor, depending on how much mana is infused, results in the severity of the burn that is inflicted to the opponent. Minor burns can lead to blisters and then redness will appear. A third degree steam burn will penetrate deep into the flesh, and may be white, heavily blistered, and numb. Can only be used in the designated area of the body of water, which can be easily dodged.

Incantation:
Range: Varying
Description: The user creates a clone that is full of freezing water. At the user’s command, the clone will turn into water and freeze over anything that is touching it. The ice has the same durability of the user’s crystal ice mirrors.

Incantation:
Range: 10 yards
Description: Within ten yards, the user can freeze any body of water within it that is not a human being. However, a human being inside ten yards while this technique is used will be instantly covered in a large amount of frost, lowering their body temperature.

Incantation:
Range: Short
Description: The user unleashes giant spikes made of ice if they are endangered.

Incantation:
Range: Short
Snow can quickly create an ice dome around his allies and himself to act as a defense. It is strong enough to withstand a barrage of arrows.

Incantation:
Range: Short-Mid
Description: Using this technique, Snow gathers some water from the air and surrounding environment into one thousand Long needles. He then directs them to a specific target at high speed, leaping backwards before impact so he doesn't get caught in the crossfire. While the needles do surround a target from all sides, they don't appear above the target, creating an escape route. Snow is able to perform this technique with one-handed seals, allowing him to pin an opponent's arm and attack while they cannot use any techniques themselves.

Incantation:
Range: Long
Description: The technique is simple, but due to its range, it is deadly and has a high killing potential. The technique requires that a snowstorm be in effect. This allows the user to control the snowflakes like blades. The snowflakes must all move in one direction at a time.

Weaknesses*: Close range battle, Armor, Durability, Extreme heat and lightning.

Occupation: Mage

Specialization*: Alchemy

Personality:
Snow is very calm, cool, and collected in his own right he is very diligent and focused usually being very rational and never taking anything or anyone for granted. Snow is amongst many a great battle strategist knowing the corks and screws of the battlefield. Though he is more of a backseat mage he is proven time and time again that he is a worthy advisory. Snow is a man of few words with lasting impact or meaning he doesn't talk much and when he does he is strict and willing. On his off days he is very mellow and a bit more talkative a lot more than usual, but most are blessed with side one in a while. His intelligence and demeanor is that to cherish he is unlike many mage who are seen as childish. Snow has shown great instincts and intuition in battle. He is generally aware of everything in his presence and also able to see through most deceptions. He is a terror in battle when he's serious; all his energy is concentrated and focused on his target while his analytical mind takes over.

Snow seems anxious to get into battle, and is confident in his abilities. Snow is one of the most calculating, cunning, and analytical member of the Brotherhood. He is able to carefully look past his feelings and see the real situation at hand, which was demonstrated on more than one occasion. He is extremely perceptive, able to quickly recognize the patterns and mistakes that his opponents make, which gives him an edge. In battle, while his preference is to concoct strategies based on deduction of his opponents' fighting abilities and style, his natural battle instincts are also highly tuned. He is capable of slashing another person's head off in just an instant, relying only on impulse. He is also quite cruel, vindictive, and merciless, while retaining all of his intellectual capabilities. He enjoys toying with his enemies in a sadistic manner,

History:

Other*: Having have such expertise in Ice magic his body naturally expels a cold aura that can be seen visibly as small ice crystals are seen radiating off his body, almost as he were a human snow globe, however this is only visible when he is naked.

Theme song*: youtube.com/watch?v=UUohua_nvBI
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Name: Chigiri, Sagara
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Personality:
Sagara is a rather simple man, he seeks no real justice in life all he really cares about is the safety of his brother and a hot meal to meet him every day when he returns from training. Sagara has adopted the philosophy that if he becomes stronger he’ll be able to protect anyone from trouble, hence why he joined the academy. Sagara is fiercely loyal to his friends and especially his younger brother and risks everything on the line for their safety; however he will not die because his will to live is too strong to allow himself to die and leave the ones he loves most alone and hurt. Sagara is a man filled with the humblest qualities; he’s kind, outgoing, protective, and intuitive. Sagara is a man that makes sure to see the best in people and easily allows his trust to be lent and given back in return. Sagara will turn his abck to no one and let every voice be heard whether it be from the poor, a lady of the evening, or even his opponent. Sagara is also quite astute, being able to see inconsistencies and incongruities in the words and actions of other people and point them out bluntly.
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Weapon(s)/Item(s):
Zanbatō (See Image)
Sagara’s Zanbatō possess a rather unique ability. Like its original properties of taking down a man and his horse this behemoth of a weapon has been adapted for a much more ninja appropriate model of fighting. Sagara’s Zanbatō is molded to adapt to powerful bolstered defenses including men and horses still. You see Sagara’s Zanbatō’s qualities are based off of the effects of Nuclear Fission. The Zanbatō ‘breaks apart’ chakra which would be the energy or nucleus of this ability, when the weapon meets a bolstered defense it first nullifies any means of resistance and then quickly breaks apart the chakra in the immediate vicinity. Thus destroying the chakra and the defense behind it, the users movements are very versatile and moves elegantly even though one single man would be unable to move it freely. Sagara’s abominable strength allows him to wield it with ease. Sagara’s specialty with his weapon especially comes out with his fighting style. Using centrifugal force Sagara is able to swing his weapon effortlessly and use the force to increase the power of his swings. So far Sagara being an A ranked almost S ranked ninja he is easily able to destroy normal defense and even penetrate rugged defenses like Susano’o.
Village birthplace: Kirigakure
Clan: Chigiri
History/Background:
Zukin and his brother, Sagara have a long, unknown history before their time. They know nothing about it, but all will be answered once they have unlocked the door to their destiny. As of now, the brothers believe to have been born in Kirigakure. They think that both of their parents disappeared on them as soon as they were born, and the village raised them. Life growing up in Kirigakure has been pretty generic for them, even with all their years of life. They have gone through tough battles, and tests but none important enough to talk about. Soon, that will change forever. (Will be Developed IC, seriously.)
Dorm/Element(s): None
Rank: A

Kekkei Genkai:
Name: Anoyo
Type: Spiritual
Description:
The Anoyo; an infamous ability only Sagara and Zukin possess, created by their very own father, a person they have never me in this lifetime. What Sagara and Zukin do not know is that they have had two lives. Their first life was many, many years ago but they have no memory of it. Their father was a man who was obsessed with making contact with those that lived in the past. For years he tried to create a technique in which he could do such that, and talk to someone from the spirit realm. His research meant the world to him, even more than his own family. His wife, Zukin and Sagara's mother was growingly ill and eventually died off but this man, he didn't seem to care.

And when he finally believed he was close to his goal, he chose to use his own sons, Zukin and Sagara as guinea pigs. Well things went horrible wrong, and Zukin and Sagara's souls laid helpless in the spirit realm. Their father was left with their souless, lifeless bodies. Zukin and Sagara looked very different back then, much like their mother who they never got the chance to meet.

When their father was caught by a shinobi he was quickly banished from the village, hated forever. He left Kirigakure, ashamed but still needed to accomplish his goal, this time to make things 'right'. For years, he began to work on the jutsu again, with a few modifications. He was going to bind Zukin and Sagara's souls to the bodies of two others so that they could live again. He wasted no time in creating the jutsu, and locating two sick children, both from different places to host the souls of his lost children. By this time Zukin and Sagara's souls had underwent changes that would forever bind their souls to the spirit realm, even if they had somewhat left.

Their father performed the ritual, but reincarnating two souls was not without a price. Zukin and Sagara's father's body and soul was to bound to the Spirit Realm forever. The transfer of the souls to the dying bodies took about a year, and both Zukin and Sagara possessed new bodies, but they were too young to remember anything. Zukin was a newborn when he died, and Sagara was 1 year old, coming up on his second birthday. Once their souls had been placed in the dying bodies, the illness within the bodies disappeared, and they were both found by a group of nomads traveling into Kirigakure.

From then on the brothers were raised in Kirigakure having no prior knowledge of their past lives. When using the binding process, their father had given both the bodies a simple chakra form, that did not allow them to use elemental abilities, but their chakra, a product of the spirit realm also, could only be used by them, therefore it was impossible to absorb, and be used for others. That also made it impossible for their chakra to mix with another's besides those two. The reason for the illness within the bodies their father found had disappeared is because the process also made the two of them immortal.

Zukin or Sagara cannot be killed by normal means because of their bodies and souls being products of the spirit realm. The only way to dispatch of them is to seal them, or use one of their own 'spirit abilities' against them.

Their spirit ability lists a wide range of things for them to use.

The first ability is the ability of the brothers to use the spirits for '4th Wall Awareness", meaning they can tell when one's universe is false, allowing them to discern illusion from reality.

The second ability is the ability to allow their souls to leave their own body and travel. This would be helpful for gathering Intel as opponents would not be able to detect a soul, unless they had a certain ability to do so. They must always leave their body in a safe place though. They can also travel to the Spirit Realm with this ability.

The third ability is the ability to see and manipulate spirit threads. Spirit threads are thin blue lines that are used by spirits to travel. They are located pretty much everywhere, and Zukin and Sagara can see them, and manipulate them for combat with something known as spirit weaving. They can string the threads together to create solid weapons out of thin air, or even use them to locate enemies if their other senses cannot be used. Although, if a weapon formed from the spirit threads were ever to impale them in the heart, or head they would be immediately sent to the spirit realm. This is the way to defeat them for good in combat. Spirit Threads can also be used to attach severed limbs, even the head.

The fourth ability is the ability of Claircognizance. Zukin and Sagara may learn about a person, or object by simply touching them for about a minute. They can also learn about abilities by calling on past spirits with knowledge on said ability.

The final major ability is the ability to 'merge' with spirits as well as retract the souls of their opponent’s lifeless bodies for their own use. When merging with a soul they will obtain the soul's abilities from their past life, but they can only merge with one soul at a time, and only one a day.

*These are not all the abilities, but just the major ones that matter.

Zukin and Sagara have absolutely no knowledge that they are able to do these things, and won't until the ability is unlocked. If Zukin or Sagara are struck in a vital point on their body these abilities will be unlocked, but it will take a long while to master them all.

Jutsu list:
Eight Gates (First 4)
Front Lotus
Chakra Enhanced Strength
Druken Fist
Flying Swallow
Lariat
Leaf Gale
Leaf Great Whirlwind
Leaf Rising Wind
Leaf Rock Destroying Rise
Leaf Strong Whirlwind
Leaf Whirlwind
Reverse Lotus
Shadow of the Dancing Leaf

Name of Jutsu: Tenchu
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Elemental Affinity: None
Description: This ability is Sagara’s original ability that his sword was derived from; this allows him to strike an object quickly, with only milliseconds between each attack. He completely destroys the object, letting the first strike destroy all the defenses of the object and the second strike destroys that object before it can recover. Sagara is able to use this technique with, not only his fists, but also with his head, elbows, knees and feet. However Tenchu also has a defensive measure if his ability is copied and used against him, Sagara can use Tenchu to negate the first Tenchu inflicted onto im by punching himself int eh opposite direction of the first hit.

Name of Jutsu: Jinchu
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Elemental Affinity: None
Description: Derived from his original technique, which along with the first two strikes, he pushes open his fist creating a third strikes.

Name of Jutsu: Touate
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu
Elemental Affinity: None
Description: Sagara takes his large Zanbato and whips it against the ground causing the floor to send large tremors across the ground that eradicate in its path leaving only a crate below the targets path. This is done by channeling the Zanbato’s abilities from the sword into the ground.
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Name: Senshi Takizawa
Deadman Alias: Viper
Age: 19
Height: 5’9
Weight: 125 lbs
Appearance: Beyond what you see in the picture Senshi is rather small and a bit lanky not very talented in strength or power, but what he lacks in strength he makes us for in intelligence and speed. Senshi embodies the characteristics of the viper being cunning, patient, and a quick striker. Senshi has blood red irises with snow white hair. Other than his small frame and his unique facial features he’s also double jointed.
Personality:
Senshi is a mysterious figure not being well known or even put into a description. He enjoys his enemies not know what he looks, acts, or sounds like; Senshi considers it almost like a game for the people who try to discover more about him. Senshi usually talks through his most trusted and loyal subordinates otherwise he is reserved and closed off. Senshi has a lack of remorse for the most part he has no care for his enemies or allies, if they get in the way he murders them or uses them as the trash they are. Senshi is a dark person he has no morals or ethics besides his own. Senshi has a headstrong nature and an overbearing feeling of superiority than most people that cross his path. Senshi always carries around a care free smile and implies sarcasm and politeness to his speech to throw off enemies thoughts or portrays of him.

When Senshi is met with someone of interest he presents his case and acts as a gentleman by properly introducing himself not falling shy from his prowess and pride. Senshi is well soft spoken intelligent man and also quite polite. When speaking he make small talk or conversation acting casual and keeping himself professional. In battle if deemed necessary Senshi is very dangerous and has a provocative nature which toils with his opponents and let them feel his presence. When faced with danger he remains calm cool and collected not showing a sign of fear or alarm. The reason for this boldness is that Senshi usually comes up with multiple strategies before each clash making him prepared beforehand. Senshi's aspect of death is the epitome of his personality, he believes death is inevitable and there's no escaping it whether it occur natural or man-made. His tenacity and persona create a sense of fear in most which compliments him while it unsettles the rest.

Crime and Sentence: 18 counts of first degree murder, 4 counts of First Degree Murder of a Police officer, and the Destruction of a Hospital.

Branch of Sin Manifestation: Senshi uses an unorthodox way of using his Branch of sin, since he has no real style. Senshi usually manifest his blood into different objects he can think of, but usually uses his blood as small bullets either shot from his fingertips into a condensed pressurized state or multiple bullets from each site of his wounds. What separates him from the other Braches of Sin users is that he has the unique ability of heating up his blood to create a corrosive acid blood or simply put ‘Boiling’ blood. When his ‘Boiling’ blood touches a surface the blood begins to eat and corroded the surface away until the blood dissolves into steam. The more blood that is used the easier it is for the blood to eat through the surface of the material and also the type. Small amounts like his bullets can eat through clothes and skin whereas a large amount can eat through steal. Senshi carries around a small knife so when he needs to he can slice a part of his body and use the spray of his blood as a corrosive mist.

Backstory:
And so begins the story of how Senshi came to be. Before Senshi was born his parents had been citizen of a small city in japan that mostly no one knew of since it was such a small city. The city was relatively lively since everyone knew each other on a first and last name basis from the small population, the city wasn’t known for much apart from its lively economy, which was the only thing that kept the city afloat beyond the control of the government. Now Senshi's parents had both worked with the economy and had both grown to be very wealthy, their names were weighted heavy in the city for their outstanding funds. At the time they didn't know either one existed since they worked in two different types of work. His father being in charge of imports and exports, while his mother was in charge of financing the revenue and expenses of each major company. With such jobs that needed the utmost dedication and most of their time, it seemed the two didn't have time to burden themselves by going out and having friends. Their jobs were to demanding that the little time they had off they had spent sleeping preparing their bodies for the next day.

Well, fortunately for them they had both moved to Tokyo for separate actions by their companies and they became familiar with Tokyo and its bustling erratic movement, it seemed like the city always had something important to do. During a festival in Tokyo everyone that was anyone was invited since it took up the streets and bar’s everywhere became packed along with restaurants. Awkwardly enough Senshi's parents had met at one of these bars in the busy Tokyo streets, they had gone with separate friends, but at the end of the night had ended up leaving together. What drew them together were each other’s personal characteristics. His dad had serene silver eyes that captured the light in a way it captivated people who looked into them. And his mother had lush flawless skin with beautiful auburn hair and a smile you couldn't say no to. Both had been passing glares to each other the whole night until his father finally mustered up the courage to have finally asked her on a date.

The two kicked it off that night they painted the city red, celebrating, eating, and sharing laughs with one another. It was almost too good to be true, how in just one night they could find such a paradise that people only dreamed about. Now, fast forwarding a couple of years, the two finally settled down after his father asking her to move in with him, even though it wasn't the big question his mother had hoped for (marriage) she was still glad that they had took their relationship one step closer to that of marriage. They still had been working for the businesses they had started off as, but now they had been with their companies so long they gained benefits that would cover their own expenses and medical needs. By now Senshi's father popped the big question asking his mother to be with him forever. In tears she smiled and said yes making it the happiest days in both of their lives. The wedding had been gorgeous and over the top since they had the money to spend on it. Friends and family from all over the country came to see the two wed. Unfortunately during the time of the wedding a massive earthquake hit the surrounding area and unknowingly his two parents had consumed the nameless worm.

By now they had saved enough money they could consider early retirement, but his mother had other plans. Those plans later turned into young Senshi being born, yes finally after an odd number of years he was born into the Expanding world, thus his own story beings. Both of his parents had retired from their job yet they lived the luxurious life. Together they raised Senshi into a smart and caring little boy, though he wasn't the spoiled kind. Growing up was easy for Senshi as he was taught by his parents at a young age. They had taught him the basics that every child should and then they began giving him books to read without the pictures.

Years passed and now Senshi was able to speak fluently with great vocabulary and had excellent grammar he was about 11. For the next 10 years of his life he would begin to learn all there was to be known about science and medical studies. His parents had aged and now they were in there forties yet still lively. Senshi had took an interest in science and developed a knack for it, studying for hours upon hours when he got home, proud to present to his parents of what he learned in school that day. It was true his mind was more developed then the kids his age, but some say it was good genes, others called it good parenting, and most people just said he was a genius. They all took each compliment willingly and were embarrassed at how popular Senshi had gotten over the years. Senshi on his own was happy with his childhood and life he didn't have needs for games or being a ninja he wanted to just have more knowledge so he could carry on his family name and inherit his first son rights as successor to the family fortune.

Two years passed and now Senshi was 13 and had been overcome with an obsession with the human anatomy and what fragile beings humans were. By now Senshi had finally begun to travel to public school instead of being taught at home since his parents wanted him to learn the meaning of having companions. During his school year the teacher’s and administrator had been playing around the idea of going on an out of school field trip. They would take a handful of students and take them out to camp in the countryside by the mountains so they could explore nature and the caves that had been made long before the buildings and steel that made Tokyo. Senshi was excited to go and his parents gave him the permission to go on the trip with the rest of his classmates and his friends.

It seemed as though everything was going according to plan. The school was closed for the week, they had enough supplies to last them through the week, and the kids were filled with adventure. They took a bus out of the city to a desolate land where no skyscrapers or buildings were made and the weather was quite chilly. From the bus they began to hike led by the Administrator who had a map of the area around him. And simple enough there was a trail that led the through a forest and higher up into the mountains. Laughing and fun could be heard behind the Administrator as the teachers talked to the students and the students mingled with each other, but something began to puzzle the Administrator, he was lost. A quick glance, a turn of the map, a squint, he was indeed lost and his pride prevented him from asking for help since he arranged the entire thing.

Ignoring the fact he was lost he decided to take control of the expedition and follow his sense of direction and where he was headed originally. Everyone else was completely unaware of where they were going and when they asked the administrator if he knew where they were headed, he always gave a weary smile, and said yes. But aspirations began to grow shallow since they hadn’t made it to their camp and the sun began to set. Furthermore as he tried to calm them the kids grew weary as well and began to grow hungry and tired. Then things went from bad to worse when the sky began to fog up with dark grey clouds and the familiar sound of thunder struck the air. Rain began to downpour unto the group and the rest of the forest. Scared now they all began to panic before the administrator directed them to an open cave where they could rest in.

They rushed to the cave and poured in one by one until they were in a mass huddle. Wet, Scared, and tired they hung onto the teachers and waited out the storm. The administrator had begun to whisper to the other teachers telling them that indeed they were lost. Chattering filled the cave and despair steadily rose in each of the teachers while the administrator felt like a recluse. The thunder became louder and the lightning became more reoccurring until it rang just outside of the cave. And then finally the lightning struck at the cave and the rock and sediment above the cave crumbled and incased the opening into a rock prison. The children screamed and cried themselves to sleep until the next morning, very few streams of light poked through the creases in the rock. Time after time the teachers tried to break through the prison, but the more they tried the more rocks covered the entrance. Weeks dragged on without any contact to the outside world and it felt like no one was going to look for them now.

Slowly but surely they all began to lose their willpower, the food and supplies they had begun to shrink in size and the teachers began to sacrifice their portions to the kids so they could survive instead of going to sleep hungry. However as the supplies shrank in size the adults began to grow weak and had befallen into sickness from not eating and burning to much energy. Being the oldest and most knowledgeable on the human body and medicine Senshi looked after their supervisors, with limited supplies he tried the best he could to keep them alive, but was defeated when they had all died one by one; either from insanity or hunger and dehydration. Senshi never felt so alone and discarded, it was only him and the other children now and the isolation had begun to drive them mad.

Senshi and the rest of them had begun to lose their humanity and became animalistic, being the only one who kept his will, Senshi defended himself from the rest of the boys and separated him from the rest. Yet the hunger kept swinging at him, his hope was quickly diminished when no one from the city had gone to retrieve them, maybe they would never come to get them, and how would they know where the cave was now that it was covered in rocks. That night Senshi had begun to fall asleep, he hadn't slept in days in fear something would happen to him, or he would miss his chance at rescue, little did he know he was making a big mistake. When he fell asleep the other kids formed around him, targeting Senshi because he was alone and weak. Crazed, starving for food, the children pounced on Senshi and held him down. Senshi immediately woke up in a panic, his eyes wide open as the fear and horror illuminated his eyes.

Senshi tugged and pulled yet to no avail, he had tried screaming, but that wasn't working either. All Senshi could do was cry and hope they would stop, that's when he felt the teeth of one of his fellow classmates sink into his skin. The children grew barbaric and ravenous chomping away at his skin and muscle. Senshi tugged and pulled the pain surged through him he felt like he was dying slowly and there was no way out, he would soon pass out from blood loss, thinking to himself this was the last moments of his life, he then tugged for freedom trying to think of a solution out. He was running out of time the kids had already gotten to the bone which they began to break, they had been wanting the marrow from inside his bones, they had been starved for weeks and this was their first chance at something to eat, they were almost in a ritualistic manner devouring his arm with blood riddled over their faces.

Senshi screamed, it was a blood curdling high pitched scream, he screamed so loud he nearly exhausted his oxygen supply. Hopefully his efforts wouldn't be in vain. Senshi had caught a glimpse of what happened before he passed out from blood loss, his blood formed into a liquid shape and almost on whim with his scream the blood attacked the boys and then nothing. Oddly enough Senshi awoke the next day alive? Yes he was alive, but how? Senshi had shot straight up thinking he was in a nightmare, he touched his face, but there was something different his touch was cold. Blinking a few times he looked around him with his vision still blurred. Blinking into focus he saw a blanket of light fill the room and when he looked down he saw his fellow classmates all dead around him. Shocked and scared by the sight he began to not cry, but laugh. He laughed until his eye’s shot into different directions and his hands drilled into his face.

He had finally been shattered and broken into a deranged sadomasochist, to him the site was beautiful and as he laughed the wounds that hadn’t healed had ripped open again. But instead of bleeding the blood formed into the liquid he had shot out before he died. Senshi realized he was mysteriously able to control his blood on whim. The boys around him appeared to be burnt to nothing but small patches skin and bone. And the rocks that blocked the path to freedom seemed to have succumbed to the same effects as the boys around him. The rocks had been reduced to scorched rubble; Senshi walked outside resting one hand on the cave and felt the sun warm his flesh. After walking almost endlessly back to his house he was escorted by the police to the hospital. He told the police in the report where he had left the children and the teachers and that he did it all. When the police left and Senshi had been fully healed he erupted in a bloodlust and killed all his doctors and nurses and then destroyed the hospital with them. Before he could escape he was quickly apprehended and sent to Deadman Wonderland Vegas strapped down into a stretcher and a white vest.

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Name: Hyotenka Seppen (Subzero Snowflake) Hyo for short
Alias/Nickname/s: Snowflake
Gender: Male
True Age: 1619
Appearance Age: 23
Race: Arrancar
Rank: Segunda Espada
Division: N/A
History:
Hyo’s life wasn't an easy one; in fact you can call it tragic or just a boy who was shit out of luck. And so the story into Hyo’s life begins. Not much was known before the birth of Hyo his background was sketchy and his family had all died out which left his parents the last one of their line, if they had a son the family would still live through him if they had a daughter...well the family name would die there. Hyo’s parents weren't good parents, hell they were right out awful. His mother was a prostitute who sold drugs on the side while she was distributing her body every other minute. How did she meet someone one to love her was beyond society. Hyo’s father was a drug dealer who had also been in the narcotics game, dealing drugs and making gross profit.

His father didn't answer to any other drug lords since he was his own, he usually robbed other dealers for drugs or bought a certain amount and sold it for double the price. Like any other lonely man who was a dirt bag, he needed to fulfill his sexual needs. Since no other well-mannered or even slightly intelligent women would go near him let alone give up their bodies he had to do things the illegal way just like he was accustomed to. It seemed the only thing he could do now was find a hooker fuck her and leave her. Well that's what he had in mind before he left, that's where he met Hyo’s mother despite being a hooker she was decent looking her calling card was her hair, it was a long snow white hair and arctic blue eyes, these were very rare to have, but together worked hand in hand which attracted a lot of men.

His father being one began talking to her instead of immediately skipping conversation to get to the sex, they talked about how both of them were in the drug business. After snorting a few lines they finally got to the main course or the reason he went and what she was good at. The exchange had been made the only thing was she asked for his number and he gave it to her. They started dating and got a small time apartment and began to acquire furniture and food so they could both love off of. Their relationship was rocky either fighting about drugs, money, or her job as a prostitute which usually ended up in her getting hit or him taking advantage of her. That was the last time he would regret taking advantage of her. The next few months passed and she realized that he had gotten her pregnant; scared she quit her job and secretly began saving money to leave on her own.

When she broke the news he wasn't happy but he couldn't hurt the baby, more fights ensued and the relationship was unstable, the only foundation keeping them together now was the idea of giving birth to this burden of a baby. More month had passed and her stomach had grown in size significantly, her water had broken, but this time was different she knew she was going to go into labor. Being brought into a hospital having no insurance the physicians quickly worked first then talk finances. After hours in the room she finally gave birth to a boy who had white hair and blue eyes like herself. His name was Hyo, unfortunately for them they still had to pay medical bills. Angry that he had to spend all his money on his good for nothing girlfriend he took care of the bill and released his tension and anger on the mother. Nights passed when all Hyo did was cry from the bumps and crying of his mother.

Years passed and now Hyo was five he was able to pay attention to what his father did to his mother and understand what he did and how he treated her. Hyo hated it never wanting to grow up anything like him, but defend his mom. One day his father had caught wind of her plan on saving enough money and moving out of the country and living on her own with Hyo. That was the last straw his father went into an uncontrollable anger looking straight at Hyo looking to deliver a firm punch right to his forehead he was the spawn of all their problems. His mother quickly ran to his aid and took the onslaught of punishment his mother withstood. Quickly running in fear and in tears he picked up the phone and dialed 911 the number on the left hand side of the phone. The police answered but heard nothing but screams and the sound of crying while in the background was thrashing and loud thuds.

In the other room his father had beaten her so severely she was unconscious by now and had crimson liquid pouring down her face. The police arrived and attempted to apprehend his father, yet his rage wouldn't falter. The police had no choice but to shoot him, Hyo had been watching the whole thing his pupils had grown to the size of a pin. With a loud thud his father smacked the floor the whole ground seemed to be covered in crimson liquid. The police looked mortified and reported the call and expressed the severe need for an ambulance. They searched the rooms and found Hyo inside the room the call came from. They asked if he had been okay, but it was clear he had been in shock and could not respond only staring blankly into the officer’s faces.

Within the passing moments the ambulance had finally arrived and had been stricken by the site of the house. Quickly and fluently they had pulled out a stretcher and carefully placed his mother on the stretcher and had strapped her down placing a neck brace and placing the I.V. Needle in her arm, her heart beat wasn't the highest and slowly began to drop. The other ambulance had taken the father's body and wrapped it into a body bag, pulling the zipper up and wheeling the dead carcass into another truck sent to deliver the body to the mortician.

Child Protective Services had come into play and took Hyo from the police department and assigned him to an orphanage where he would be selected by a foster family to be raised yet again. By now Hyo had recovered but he was a quite boy who didn't interact with anything or anyone. Before they dropped him off they informed him that his mother died in the ambulance they tried their best to save her but there was nothing they could do and by the time they go to the hospital it was too late. The news didn't shake or move Hyo emotionally or physically, all he wanted to do was be free from the Child Protective services. Hyo would regret that too. Disturbed that the child had no remorse the spokeswoman turned around just before they arrived at they're destination.

They had reached the orphanage and the spokesman had led Hyo out and towards the gates of the Orphanage. Opening the old tattered gate doors Hyo looked at all the other kids who had been just like him playing on swing sets or chasing each other around. He was around seven by now, he had made into the Orphanage's Care Takers office were the two women began to talk of his stay and began to share stories and sign the papers to file custody of the child until he was adopted. The loud conversation was slowly tuned out since he had been focusing on the window leading to the playground. Getting out of his seat he walked towards it, the two women not thinking any of it. The view was nice and the kids looked happy, something that Hyo craved something he had been so deprived from all his life, he was hungry and he wanted it now. They had finished signing the contracts and looked them over once more before the meeting was adjourned.

The spokeswoman took one last look at the kid and smiled before she walked out, that smile would linger forever in his memory. Hyo then shot a quick glare at the Care Taker who made childish noises and tried to get Hyo to open up. That wasn't happening, after shortly giving up she became stubborn crossing her arms and scoffing. She led Hyo first to his room then the cafeteria and then the main room where each kid would stand and be inspected by other families who desperately wanted another child. This reminded Hyo of people window shopping for pets until they found the perfect one, but Hyo detested it he was done being controlled and useless he wanted to be a Leader and a powerful one at that so no one like his father could stand in his way. Finally, the most awaited part that caught Hyo’s attention most was the playground, once there she captured the attention of each of the children who had already attended and introduced them to Hyo. She expected them to introduce themselves properly and behave themselves.

Turns out they didn't behave themselves, over the course of three years Hyo had settled in nicely finding a girl who he shared common interest with and someone he had actually had liked who reminded him of his mother from his viewpoint. There's were most of his troubles began; they gave birth from his association with the girl. Turns out she had already been claimed by some other boy in the playground. This kid was the real deal he was taller bigger and stronger then Hyo and he had a gang of kids with him to boot. The first time he confronted Hyo was the start of Hyo’s life sentence, he had yelled at the girl for talking to Hyo and quickly punished her by smacking her across the face. Hyo’s mind went blank reminiscing of all the suppressed memories of his father beating his mother and since she reminded him of her he correlated his bully with his dad.

In a blind fit of rage Hyo stood and confronted his bully and punched him square in the face, Bad move on his end of the bargain, He was much taller and bigger then Hyo it seemed that the bully only absorbed the attack from his large body mass. Slowly returning his head back to its normal spot he cracked his neck and then his fist before sending his squad of goons in to soften him up. Tied down Hyo was defenseless and began to get tortured and ridiculed by his bully. This went on for some time without no avail his care taker didn't stop them and no one else helped him out of shear fear of what the bully would do to them in the associated himself with Hyo. The girl yelled and cried for him to stop but was always met with firm action, against his own better judgment Hyo would not allow for her to get hit and standing up for her when he knew nothing good would come from it.

A beacon of hope seemed to bathe Hyo when finally he was adopted at the age of 14 he was picked from being different, he was small had long white hair and blue eyes like his mother and wasn't looking to be adopted shown by having his head low and in the back. Hyo vowed to the girl before he left that he would return and save her and bring her with him, she believed him. Little did he know that his new family was only one man. At first Hyo was stubborn and cautious since he couldn't trust anyone and had no faith in anyone else since he thought most people turned their backs and hurt you no matter what. But his foster dad was far from his normal description of people, he slowly tried to coax Hyo into talking by giving him food, clothes, a nice shower and most important...space. Slowly, but surely he began to open up, and then their relationship sky rocketed. This man wasn't his foster parent he was his first and only dad the other one was dead to him.

His new father taught everything to Hyo seeing as he had been deprived and not properly trained as a child. He taught him how to be polite and have manners which for the most part was the dominant area that he was trained in. Hyo slowly but surely turned from an orphan into a gentlemen within the matter of two years, now he was 16. His father also tutored him vigorously, but in a way Hyo loved it, education became a passion for Hyo and he spent all of his time learning and increasing his IQ. There was thing in particular that fascinated him the most, that was the Egyptians and they're society and form of government. They had a pharaoh who led the whole nation and the villagers loved him and praised him as their ruler and god. It reminded of the power Hyo craved for the attention he craved for the respect he craved for. His fascination cultivated with the discovery of the Egyptian Gods, one in particular, Anubis the God of Death and Embalming he had served as a role model for Hyo.

During Hyo’s off time he had studied with his father the form of Martial Arts, Hyo wanted this more than anything he wanted a way of protecting himself and others that he held dear to him, and destroy those who got in the way of his goals. More importantly the girl he had met in the Orphanage and the boy who had bullied him and treated the girl like shit. His father raised him into a role model son on the outside, but Hyo was mentally unbalanced on the inside. His knowledge evolved from first graders to that of a college professor and now he was the age of 23. Hyo’s father got old and lived the remainder of his day's through Hyo as he loved and cared for him. Hyo just had one thing on his agenda that he had kept a promise all this time. Hyo would fulfill his promise to the girl he met in the orphanage her name was Rose.

Hyo went to his old Orphanage and talked to the new Care Taker who was a young male like himself, he had asked for the records of the two and was shocked to hear the answer. The two had gotten married and lived two blocks away from the Orphanage. Hyo left and calmly walked the two blocks until he reached the house. Swallowing his fear he knocked on the door his heart began to race, the knob began to twist open and it was Rose, she had long beautiful red hair and hazel eyes, she sure had grown since the last time he saw her. Hyo introduced himself like the gentlemen he had become and was very polite. She was torn that he kept his promise but confused because she had married the man that abused her so.

She apologized, but before she could say anything else “He” came to the door. The man looked at Hyo from head to toe and then it hit him, he laughed at how much Hyo had grown and how he was still bigger than him. “Hey pipsqueak what you doing around here and why the hell are you talking to this dirt bag rose?” She lowered her head and squinted her eyes from his constant abuse and belittling, Hyo released it was still apparent in their relationship. “I'm here to fulfill my promise” he laughed “What stupid promise is that?” he asked. Hyo looked him in the eye and said “Kick your ass and take my girl” Rose looked up in admiration while he looked angry about to slap her before Hyo intercepted his hand. “No more” now he was infuriated pushing rose aside and taking a stance before lunging at Hyo, with a simple dodge Hyo ignored the monsters arm.

Then he moved in delivering a punch to his solar plexus and then one to his nose, it happened within a second. Rose was stunned and covered her mouth while the brute fell to the ground crying in pain “Get out and don't come back or I'll kill you” The heathen got up and limped out into the street. Hyo walked up the stairs and helped rose up “I didn't want--” he couldn't finish as he felt her warm lips on his, he was entranced in bliss he longed to see her and to be with her and now it was possible. They're lips departed “Stay with me tonight” she said, Hyo nodded and hand in hand they entered the house. Words were short as they touched flesh again, this time more passionate and affectionate, they knocked books and decorations off tables until they made it to rose's room, you can tell what happened next.

Nightfall had crept through the window of her room the moon's light basking the land below it, Hyo looked at rose “I have to go I'll be back tomorrow” he said smiling cheerfully, rose nodded and chuckled playfully as she lay in bed. Hyo walked out the front gates and began walking home he looked into the sky his face illuminated from sheer happiness he couldn't help but to contemplate the little things that got him here. The moon was his guide home but something was wrong the front door had signs of a forced entry, in a panic Hyo ran barreling into his house, he looked high and low for his father finally finding him in the living room with a knife in his chest he was still alive though barely. Hyo in tears came to his side holding his father in his arms “No...no....no...who did this to you” his dad smiled at his son's presence “Listen there's no time I just want you to know I love you and I'm happy I picked you in that orphanage, take care of yourself and don't forget what I've taught y--”

His voice faded and his body went limp; closing his eyes he sobbed before letting the body down. Suddenly a set of feet could be heard clapping Hyo turned to look who it was. It was.....”Him” the brute with a piece of cotton up his nose “Sorry to break up the heart breaking moment but I'm afraid you’re next” Hyo grew furious his veins popping out of his neck and head he ran towards the brute... Bang was all that could be hear. A loud thunder clap resonated the house it was the sound of a gun, Hyo looked at the brute smiling and the looked down his mouth open letting out small groans. A bullet had pierced the middle of his chest. Hyo touched the wound and looked at the blood before dropping to his knees. The brute walked up to Hyo and put the pistol to his head “No pipsqueak I'll kill you!” he said before another clap was heard. A bullet right through his head sent his body limp his life was over.

Something was wrong Hyo hadn't passed on to Soul Society, no he was stuck in the real world as a soul. Hyo had no clue what had been going on, but he took it as an opportunity to check on Rose and get payback for what the brute did to him. Hyo went back to Rose's house and watched closely, the monster had told her the news and showed her the gun as a trophy, he was sick there was no doubt about it. Rose broke down crying and left. She never came back, with just him living by himself Hyo took it upon himself to get his payback he was a spirit he could do that right? But with all his power he was useless he couldn't settle his grudge all he could do was watch until the numbskull died of old age. The brute quickly forgot about Hyo and had almost reverted back to a regular guy who learned his lesson for acting the way he did.

Hyo was going insane he tried everything to fulfill his goals of getting even with the brute and nothing seemed to be working. He had become obsessed with the grudge which slowly began to eat away at him. Months passed and nothing had changed for Hyo and by now he was completely erased from the brute’s memory. That's when Hyo’s soul chain finally corroded so much it finally broke, Hyo was taken by surprise he started to transform his chest began to rip open leaving nothing but a massive hole in it and a mask appeared on his face, and he had become tangible again. Hyo was now a hollow, but no normal mindless hollow he retained his intelligence and became a strong and evil hollow being more dangerous than any regular hunger.

Hyo had his conscious mind again but with a different feeling, he had an insatiable hunger, a hunger for human souls. Hyo thought to himself and finally came to a revelation of pure enjoyment, he would eat the soul of the ugly brute who had killed him and finally settle his grudge. Hyo walked past the orphanage and made it to the house. With one swoop of his arm he destroyed half the house, when he pulled out he brought his fist to his face, in his hand being squeezed to death was the brute. Hyo could feel him squirming shouting out help while the fear was painted clearly in his eyes, Hyo got joy out of seeing him in such a defenseless state, he was quite indulged in the evil feeling that felt like a healing wave. Hyo screamed a load roar and watched the brute grow deeper with fear, and then Hyo shoved him in his mouth and ate his soul.

Hyo finally content with killing the brute he began to feel more of a hunger never being satisfied with every meal he ate. Something changed in Hyo human souls no longer filled the void in his heart he was hungry for something else. Hyo found another hollow that had been eating a human soul and simply looked at him before tearing a chunk of the other hollows face off and eating it, the other hollow groaned in pain before Hyo savagely started devouring the former hollow. Finally something that tasted good, then the irresistible hunger came back, and he couldn't get rid of it. Hyo became a cannibal and started devouring Hollow after hollow until after one meal he began to change again he was now a Gillian.

There was something different about Hyo he felt more powerful that was for sure but that wasn't it. His mask was different he had a different mask then the others he had still kept control over his hollow mind which the other lacked which turned them into pure bred savages. This was a good thing Hyo felt and knew he could get stronger and he liked it, he would keep growing in power until he couldn't stop himself. This...this is what he was waiting for, for true power. Hyo had formerly discovered his new hollow abilities his favorite one being his Cero. His Cero was also different it had a goldish glow to it rather than red. This was proof he was different than the rest. His hunger controlled him yet again, as he began to eat hollows which soon didn't satisfy him at all, no his hunger had been so strong he began to eat other Gillian's. This was making him stronger by each meal he felt like he was getting closer to his goal. And then that's when it happened.

Hyo had successfully devoured enough souls to become an Adjuchas he become much smaller yet a whole lot stronger at that. Life in Hueco Mundo was a lot different than it was in the Human World and around the parts he now lived in there weren't that many Adjuchas and they weren't that friendly or had already created their own gangs. Hyo was unique in appearance he was half human appearance and half minimalistic appearance, he had a humanoid body while his head was that of a jackal which accompanied with claws and fangs.

One day Hyo had been eating a former Adjuchas when he was confronted by a large gang of bigger adjuncts who was led by a leader who was a bulky humanoid, “Well well what do we have here boys, looks like a pathetic piece of shit here and a free meal” Finishing his meal he tried walking away after wiping his mouth clean. Though they thought different they pushed him around as the leader appeared next to him and punched him in the face, “Come on get up or are you too much of a pipsqueak?” Hyo hated being bullied he had been bullied all his life and the word pipsqueak spiraled him into a rage, Hyo’s power quickly spurted and he quickly tore into each of the bulky Adjuchas henchmen quickly eating parts of them then he turned to face the leader “Good Day Sir, It's a nice day for a meal and I heard you’re the Main course” The bulky humanoid tried pleading his case, but Hyo wouldn't hear it he gouged the bulky hollow's limbs out eating them piece by piece.

From that day on something changed in Hyo he was no longer afraid and he no longer would be bullied his aspect of death was born he felt he would be the Pharaoh of Hueco Mundo like the Pharaoh's of Egypt, they were feared and respected and lead people under their rule. Hyo was now a cold blooded killer making death inevitable for the rest. He would feel that power which would quench his thirst and he would be revered throughout Hueco Mundo. Hyo went around feared amongst the other Adjuchas, some even came up to him and asked for their limbs to be eaten so the process of transformation would be stopped. Hyo admired his new power and quickly began to digest more hollows to reach his goal of ultimate power.

After eating countless number of Adjuchas Hyo finally began to go under the process of transforming into a Vasto Lorde, Vasto Lorde was the highest rank of the three categories of hollows and he was one of the only Vasto Lorde they were rare scarce and hard to find. Hyo had grown significantly smaller and had become the size of a human. Hyo could feel the power coursing through his veins and decided what he would do know since his hunger had been compromised. There was one Vasto Lorde he knew of who was publicized, that hollow was the God King of Hueco Mundo and the Undisputed Leader of Las Noches the city within Hueco Mundo. When he traveled to the land he had discovered the Cero Espada and why he was famous, there were a handful of elite Arrancar like he, and so instead of fighting the Cero Espada he did the smart thing and joined the Espada to buy time until he makes his move.
Personality:
Hyo can be closely described by the same attributes of his abilities; Cold, Callous, and apathetic. Hyo believes that everyone dies and that no one is truly invincible, death is an inevitability and the only means to death is Salvation for all the crimes and sin’s they’ve accomplished since then. Hyo is stoic and merciless able to dish out what he receives. Hyo seems anxious to get into battle, and is confident in his abilities. Hyo is one of the most calculating, cunning, and analytical member of the Espada. He is able to carefully look past his feelings and see the real situation at hand, which was demonstrated on more than one occasion. He is extremely perceptive, able to quickly recognize the patterns and mistakes that his opponents make, which gives him an edge. In battle, while his preference is to concoct strategies based on deduction of his opponents' fighting abilities and style, his natural battle instincts are also highly tuned. He is capable of slashing another person's head off in just an instant, relying only on impulse.

Hyo is a recluse and very desolate almost as if he was just a shell of man with a cold exterior. Hyo has no ethics, morals, or remorse for everything. Hyo is ice everything about him points back to his abilities, cold and shifting from destination to destination. However there is one otherside to Hyo and that is when his overbearing pessimism goes away and a soft version of him and his passion for his art comes out. When he is accompanied by his snowflakes Hyo appears to speak more and becomes a regular Arrancar showing emotions such as sarcasm and morbid humor. In this form he is rather arrogant and excited getting off on destruction and competition. Hyo has two faces like a coin, either one is a storm to reckon with.
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Strengths: Powerful being, Expert at chakrams, powerful Reiatsu.
Weaknesses: Speed is subpar compared to most, His hierro doesn’t make him untouchable, physical strength is low.
Current Combat Stats: 425
Zanjutsu- 140
Hiero- 60
Sonido- 40
Techniques- 65

Rietsu- 120

**Resurreccion- Stats- zanjutsu-7, Rietsu-11
**Weapon Retention Resurreccion- Zanjutsu 25, Reitsu 11
**Weapon Improving Resurreccion- Talent- Zanjutsu- 7
Zanjutsu 40, Reitsu 30
**Sonido(1 Short)-Stats-Sonido-10
**Sonido(1 long)-Stats-Sonido-20
**Continous Sonido(Short)-Talent -Sonido-5/
Stats-Sonido-30, Rietsu-20
**Undetected Sonido-Talent-Sonido-6
Stats- Sonido- 40, Reitsu-25
**Menos Class Cero- Technique- 7
**Bala- Technique-5, Hierro-5
**Adjucant Class Cero- Technique 20, Reitsu 15
**Gran Rey Cero- Technique-30, Reitsu 25, Hierro 10
**Cero Oscuras-Talent- Technique 6
Technique- 40, Reitsu 40
**Paralyzing Rietsu- Reitsu-20+(Ability at 20, usable when 20 over opponents)
**Hierro Skin(basic)- Hierro- 7
**Hierro Armor- Hierro- 30, Reitsu 30
**Blade Grabbing Hiero- Hierro- 40, Reitsu 40
**Blade Stopping Hierro- Talent- Hierro- 8
Hierro 50, Reitsu 50
**Regenerating Resurreccion- Hierro 10, Technique 10, Zanjutsu-10, Reitsu-15
**Minor Regeneration(Minor wounds)- Hierro 20, Technique 30
**Regeneration Factor(Limbs)- Hierro 30, Technique 30
**Astounding Regeneration- Hierro 40, Technique 65, Reitsu-30

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Hyo has a vast majority of abilities as an Espada especially for his rank in the Espada and given the fact that he makes up for it for not having a Segunda Etapa. Hyo has the unique of ability of controlling Ice, snow, and the climate/water around him. Hyo understands the importance of making the battlefield work in your favor, thus covers the battle field in ice before he begins to fight, giving him an elemental advantage while at the same making it difficult for his opponent to maneuver around the frozen terrain. He accomplishes this feat by one of two means, either by freezing the vapor into ice or using the chakrams on his back.

His chakrams are very deadly and given such huge size for said reason, his chakrams allow him to channel all his cero’s through them plus increasing the width and power of them by double from the sheer size of the space inside them. His chakrams can be controlled like boomerangs and used without having to hold them, almost like a telepathic connection. When he throws his chakrams he can control the trajectory of the chakrams and they come back to him. The chakrams can also channel Reiatsu through them to create large concussive blasts but more importantly create the atmosphere he needs by creating an ongoing snowstorm.

But what Hyo is truly famous for is his very unique, complex, and beautiful snowflake techniques. Hyo regards his snowflakes as art or true beauty. His snowflakes are the only thing he enjoys that gives him a sort of positive outlook on life; they comfort him almost like an imaginary being. When the storm starts or if he just creates them out of pure Reiatsu, snowflakes of all size, shape, and design begin to fall. However they aren’t regular snowflakes these snowflakes are actually more of buzz saws that spin rapidly like a serrated blade. Hyo uses them flawlessly, the snowflakes are extreme dangerous and in number can even serrate even the hardest defenses. The snowflakes can do a multitude of things like create a vortex around his target or attack from all sides in a barrage. Anything he wills the snowflakes will follow, even as a base of defense.
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Arrancar Rank: 2
Hollow Powers: Hyo gives off a natural icy presence leaving ice over land behind him; his touch is so cold it can start to freeze skin or any object he touches. His ice affinity gives him a harder exterior like glass skin, but ice.

Custom Cero/Bala:
Cero Divino: Hyo has an acute ability that allows him to change the form of his cero’s into anything he wishes. The prime example he uses is being able to coat his weapons or techniques with the icy blue aura of his cero’s. Each cero depends on which he uses.

Cero Tosho: This cero has an icy blue outer sheen while the inside is mostly necrotic black, almost a twin of Cero Oscuras. When the cero is coated by his chakrams or even just shot straight forward the cero is embedded with a special ability. When the target is hit by the cero the immediate area in which the person is hit succumbs to the effects of frostbite. However the full effects don’t hit the target, the frostbite occurs in degrees like burns. If the user is hit by the cero they experience frost nip and the upper layer of skin ices over gaining a sense of numbness and pain even reducing blood flow. As the opponent is exposed to more of the cero or the general cold 2nd degree frostbite will set in and the skin will begin to harden and blacken while forming blisters. Finally 3rd degree frost bite will set in, the muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves all freeze. The skin is hard, feels waxy, and use of the area is lost temporarily, and in severe cases, permanently. Nerve damage in the area can result in a loss of feeling and if not treated parts will fall off. If the target is cut by his chakram coated by the cero 3rd degree frostbite is automatically applied.

Cero Congelar: The color of this cero is an icy blue, but instead of the necrotic black being on the inside, a clear white light mingles inside. The Cero is quite simple in construction, like any other cero it is quite powerful and incredibly fast. When the cero leaves the users hand and hits any surface no matter what object the immediate area of incident is completely frozen in a block of ice. So if the target got hit in the arm the entire arm would be engulfed in a large block of ice. Both weighing them down and making their limb null until they break the ice (no pun intended). The stronger the power of the cero the more ice is formed around the spot.

Cero Hielo Timepo: This Cero is odd yet stays true to the users powers. This cero is a simple blue cero that is projected like any other cero; however the effects are much more compelling. When the cero is fired and hits its intended target it literally freeze’s the opponent. The target doesn’t feel any sensation of cold or freeing, or any external or internal damage. The target is literally frozen in time where they are suspended like a statue only able to use their vision. A large surge of Reiatsu can figuratively break the ice.

Cero Granizo: An unorthodox cero, the cero is derived from the name it was give. Cero Hail, when the user shoots out the large icy cero it changes from a concentrated blast of energy into a solid form of pure Reiatsu. The Cero shifts into a large sharp piece of hailstone that travels at the speed of a cero that aims to impale, crush, and eradicate the area in which it collides with.

Aspect of Death: Callousness (Cold Blooded)
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Name: Yamanaka, Kurama
Nickname/Alias: Third Eye
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Sexuality: Straight

Village: Sunagakure
Birthplace: Uzushiogakure

Clan/Bloodline: Yamanaka

Rank: Jonin

Chakra Nature: Futon, Yin, Fuinjutsu

Appearance:
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Personality:
Kurama is a staunch and unwaveringly loyal Shinobi to the fourth Kazekage Ichigo, with a ferocious dedication to her. He has personally risked his life on several occasions to protect that of his Kazekage. Kurama is quick-witted and intelligent, making swift use of protocol to step in for the good of his country in the absence of Ichigo. He is a first-rate Shinobi assistant, able to hold his own against enemies such as other Jonin or High ranking Criminals, and has proved himself superior to the other ninja in his village in Shinobi warfare , many being unwilling to fight him fairly in a one-on-one scenario.

Kurama's love for his Kazekage is ultimately revealed to be greater than his loyalty to Sunagakure. For the majority of the time Kurama has a rather calm, stoic personality, usually only seen playing a rather large guitar to pass the time. Other than that Kurama is a fiercely loyal companion that is willing to travel great lengths to preserve the unity that holds his Kazekage and village together.

History:

Kurama’s past is plain and simple; his life is the same as any other ninja, filled with tragedy. Kurama’s father was a hard working Yamanaka who supported the Leaf Village during times of need. However his long term wife who he had been married to for elven years was infertile. Time and time again Kurama’s father attempted to conceive a child with his lovely wife, but every time she gave birth to a child they would miscarriage and the fetus would come out a dead blue faced child. Tired of the countless failed attempts and the fear of their ineptitude spreading throughout the village like wild fire, he decided to protect his name while losing his integrity.

One afternoon Kurama’s father had decided to take his life into his own hands and was determined to have an heir to his name, to the yamanaka name. So he ventured out in the middle of the night to attend to business, his wife slept comfortably at home thinking he had gone on a secret mission. When in fact Kurama’s dad had visited a whore house where he had paid for a hooker and took her to a hotel. That night was one of his happiest nights, but also his lowest point; after a half hour of sexual intercourse Kurama’s father ‘finished’ inside of the whore and left an hour later. A few weeks down the line Kurama’s father would visit the same whore night after night to steadily watch his progress. Finally, his plan had worked and the whore took his seed.

After biding his time with the countless months that had passed the whore was ready to give birth, instead of going to a hospital to give birth the hooker gave birth at the whore house with the other tramps coiled around her. A heave and a scream escaped her mouth until she finally pushed out a very healthy baby boy crying and kicking into the world. However the whore wasn’t as alive as the baby was in fact she had died during birth leaving Kurama to be the only remnant of her being. The maid of the house met Kurama’s father and the new baby; she placed the baby in a nice basket bed and spread the good news to the wife. Unfortunately Kurama’s mother did not love Kurama worth one cent, she hated him with every inch of her being, and to add insult to injury his father became a drunk and never paid any attention to Kurama either.

If things couldn’t get any worse they did, Kurama’s father was good for one thing, teaching him how to use the Yamanaka’s clan’s techniques and how to master the art of archery. Excelling in both Kurama felt that his only connection to his father was through the use of jutsu. One day when they were training Kurama’s father had come out in his drunken stupor ready to take Kurama with him to meet the Hokage. Scared Kurama hesitated at first while he held onto his father’s liquor, tugging on his back pack his father mistakenly activated the explosive tag in his pouch, thus allowing for the bag to explode and Kurama’s father along with it. His life collapsing in front of him, left with the horrible fate of living with his mom, Kurama decided to run from home and never return.

Ragged and dirty Kurama had made it all the way to the Wind Country without food or water, laying down on the empty streets kurama was ready to embrace death. Until a man named ‘Ichigo’ had picked him off of the street and saved Kurama from death’s door. For the next 19 years Ichigo had cared for Kurama more than his father or mother ever did. Ichigo was Kurama’s new father and even his new instructor as he taught him to master the use of Genjutsu since it was Ichigo’s strong hand. That is when Kurama started his own side project and created the first ever firearm’s named “Ebony & Ivory”. These two pistols had been modified to perfection; etched with gold and customizable hammers the guns were perfect. On top of it all the pistols had pictures of the famous women of the old shinobi war.
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Weapons/Items:
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Ebony & Ivory
Description:
Ebony & Ivory are Kurama’s trademark pair of personally customized semi-automatic pistols. In a world of ninja and weapons such as kunai and shuriken, Kurama has created and perfected an unorthodox weapon to combat said ninja. These weapons known as ‘pistols’ are the first of their kind and are a weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets are propelled by explosive force. The first of their breed Kurama’s pistols are especially designed to rapidly fire bullets instilled with powerful chakra and jutsu. The right, white gun, Ivory, was custom built for rapid firing and fast draw times, while the left, black gun, Ebony, has been modified for long-distance targeting and comfort. These pistols can shot concentrated balls of chakra that act identical to bullets, these also allow award him the privilege of not having to reload actual bullets, but Kurama carries a few live cartridges. Finally the bullets move parallel to that of the speed of an arrow.
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Flying V Mercenary
Description:
Within the confines of his large Black case, adorned on his spine lays, a beautiful Black Gibson Flying V guitar. Wielding his V-shaped guitar, he can not only create a serenade of hypnotic music, but can also split the flying V into two machine guns. However if he does not wish to separate his flying V, playing a rift will unlock an opening in the head stock that unleashes a violent concussive wave of wind with the same penetrating power of his bullets (AKA a shotgun round).
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Undertaker
Description:
Typically one would guess that Kurama is a very feeble, weak, man. However Kurama has shown to have a great reserve of strength and endurance. What the eye perceives can sometimes prove to be its weakness. This large Coffin like case houses his famed Mercenary guitar in a supportive blue velvet lining. The case isn’t massive for no reason, but, it is used to effectively block Kenjutsu artist and any other type of metal weapons. Its farthest limitations are being able to withstand C rank fire techniques.
Appearance: [Spoiler][/spoiler]
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Puppet
Description:
Used for Puppet Disturbance technique.
Appearance: [Spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sanshiryoku (Third Eye)
Clan: N/A
Description: It’s still a question on whether or not one could call this recessive trait a Kekkei Genkai or not, for many depict that Kurama draw his power from an ‘invisible’ eye; while others believe it’s just good eyesight. Kurama is believed to have third eye; while not visibly present Kurama’s perception and reflexes are sovereignly higher than most ninja. Kurama’s two sense, sight and sound, are drastically more acute than his other three senses. Firstly, Kurama’s depth perception and accuracy is keen and sound, being able to accurately hit the smallest target from great distances and while horseback. Secondly, his reflexes are so strong he is able to pick up rocks and intercept incoming projectiles, or hit a moving target with said rock in a spot where his bullet would normally go. Finally, his eyes and ears are his acclaimed prizes for his eyesight is so keen he is able to see in the dark clearer than any ninja not using sensory jutsu. While his ears can pick up sensitive movement in the dead silence, unfortunately with his ample rise in sight and hearing, it also increases his vulnerability to sight and sound Genjutsu. Both a Blessing and a Curse.
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Alias
Havoc
Gender
Male
Age
27
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Country
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Represented Village
Amegakure
Shinobi Rank
S ranked Criminal
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Personality
Havoc seems anxious to get into battle, and is confident in his abilities. Havoc is one of the most calculating, cunning, and analytical member of his peers. He is able to carefully look past his feelings and see the real situation at hand, which was demonstrated on more than one occasion. He is extremely perceptive, able to quickly recognize the patterns and mistakes that his opponents make, which gives him an edge. In battle, while his preference is to concoct strategies based on deduction of his opponents' fighting abilities and style, his natural battle instincts are also highly tuned. He is capable of slashing another person's head off in just an instant, relying only on impulse. He is also quite cruel, vindictive, and merciless, while retaining all of his intellectual capabilities. He enjoys toying with his enemies in a sadistic manner.

Havoc has no compassion or mercy for his enemies, though he never shows much regard for human life, at some points even letting on that he likes to kill and experiment whether or not his enemy is alive or not. He is rather morbid and arrogant. Nevertheless, none of these character flaws prevent him from being a superb investigator and fighter. He believes in peace and order, even in the society created by his former enemies. Anyone he considers to be corrupt or despotic, he targets for elimination. He expects those involved in the criminal underground army to carry out their duties without letting their personal feelings interfere. Havoc is calm and collected, not getting rattled by his opponents. He is quiet and contempt, as he does not speak often, but he does speak to everyone with a natural apathy as he gives everyone a state of neutrality until he better knows the person, he barely uses honorifics and when faced with advising people he grows a small vendetta. He noticeably dislikes opponents who are cowardly, instead preferring opponents who are brave enough to face him. He also seems to dislike opponents who are weaker than him, preferring to face opponents who possess either the same level of skill as him or are a bit stronger than him.

Havoc comes off as being very dark. Havoc claims to enjoy the relationship between victim and murderer, stating that before the murderer kills their victim the two share a level of intimacy which is too deep for words. He also views love as a sadomasochistic relationship, believing that lovers care deeply for each other and yet hurt each other whenever they are together. He rarely displays emotion, never seeming angry or sad, but when Havoc enters his killing intent, Havoc seems to disregard his old personality and becomes swallowed by a blood thirsty unbalanced maniacal creature that has nothing but the determination for death. Other than that Havoc displays very high intelligence, in some ways giving him something of an evil genius persona and personifies the stereotype of the mad hatter. To sum it all up Havoc is a coldblooded ruthless killing machine.

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Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Jūryoku (Gravity Release)
Clan: Unknown
Description : The manipulation of gravitational forces.

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History
While he goes by the name Havoc he actually has an actual name connected to his clan, however nothing is known about his past, the only hint of evidence is known by his dead parents, amongst his late angst years he was fond and adopted by a missing ninja and raised under his guidance to become a very destructive and powerful ninja that is allied with organized crime. That is why he serves as such an essential part, because he’s a ghost, exactly that. Whatever was of his past was either completely forgotten all together by Havoc or recoiled into the recesses of his mind. Only Havoc knows of his creation which serves as his bane.
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi (Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven)
Description :
Fortified Amagasa: This is no ordinary umbrella, no it’s quite actually far from it, and the shaft of the umbrella is made out of tempered Steel. The Steel is so rich in its state it proves to be a worthy defense making the umbrella quite formidable against Kenjutsu. What most people don’t notice is at the top of the umbrella shaft is the ordinary cover, however the cover can be detached and underneath will reveal a sharpened edge from the Steel shaft made specifically for Kenjutsu. That is one of the inner workings of the umbrella; now the crook handle is also particularly deceptive, the crook handle requires the user to funnel chakra through itself which is how the user performs Ninjutsu, inside the crook handle lies dozens of jagged spikes that lay dormant inside. If an opponent or anyone for that matter tries to use said umbrella they will immediately be pierced with dozens of spike, but here’s the kicker, on each tip of each spike contains an equal amount of Tetrodotoxin, which paralyzes the opponent, but leaves all the other neurological functions perfectly intact (Meaning you feel every bit of pain). Further up the umbrella we reach the stretchers, each stretcher are also made of Steel and connect to the runner with a snug fit. The ribs of the umbrella are also steel and are protected by a fine layer of carbon fiber reinforced polymer; this serves better durability then a loose cloth protector. Finally at the Ferrule is a secret compartment that contains one small dart coated in the Tetrodotoxin in the crook handle.
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Banshō Ten'in (Shares cool down with Shinra Tensei)
Chibaku Tensei (1 use per fight)

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Name: Sarutobi, Kaizen
Nickname/Alias: Impulse
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Age Appearance: 28
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Village: Konohagakure
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Organization: Ex-Twelve Guardian Ninja (100 Million Ryō Bounty)

Clan/Bloodline: Sarutobi

Rank: 4th Hokage

Chakra Nature: None

Appearance:
[spoiler][/spoiler]
Eight Gates Appearance:
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Personality:
Kaizen is a calm, concise leader. He only wants to do well and extinguish all the evil by taking down whoever takes it upon themselves to hurt his village or his loved ones. Soft-spoken, serene and humble, Kaizen Sarutobi’s usual demeanor suits his effeminate appearance perfectly. Always willing to put others before himself, both in terms of well-being and social standing, Kaizen usually refers to others with respect and nobility that everyone truly deserves. He carries himself with an air of amicable temperance, politely conversing with the people he encounters and freely giving his meager services to those who need a hand. Kaizen doesn't hesitate to put himself in the path of harm to shield those around him and often attempts to diffuse contentious situations with soft, calming words and a somewhat clownish personality involving feigned clumsiness. These traits lead those unfamiliar with Kaizen to view him as a dimwit or easily exploitable, but more perceptive people become aware in short time that his gift for the diffusion of disagreeable situations suggests a deep sense of wisdom.

Tormented by his past as one of the Twelve Guardian Ninja, Kaizen has developed an acute appreciation for life and has taken a vow in his heart to never again kill another innocent person and to do everything within his power to protect people from being killed. Even with his natural talent Kaizen refrains from wielding his great combat strength for his own sake, battling only for the well-being of others when words fail to work. Spending much of his alone time in quiet contemplation of his past misdeeds and future retribution, Kaizen often ponders what the right path toward redemption is and laments each life lost due to his weakness. As such, he has a tendency toward trying to solve problems all by himself and preventing allies from becoming involved in his risky endeavors. Having lived his own life carrying heavy regrets, Kaizen is reluctant to judge others for their personal actions, beliefs or mistakes and always offers hopeful encouragement so that those who have stumbled onto the wrong path might redeem themselves in the future. However, when forced to draw his sword against those who abuse their power and undervalue the lives of others, Kaizen's calm temperament gives way to a marked intensity capable of intimidating even other shinobi, despite his compulsion toward diplomacy.

But when his strength as a protector or the Hokage is insufficient to defend against a particularly threatening foe, Kaizen's restraint falters and his personality reverts to that of the days when he was part of the Twelve Guardian Ninja. He immediately abandons his serene humility; Kaizen's normally warm nature becomes cold and distant, allowing him to contemplate taking the life of his opponent and even make vicious, bloodthirsty threats. This side of his personality is one that Kaizen struggles to suppress despite the fact that it keeps emerging when he is under great stress and in need of extra strength. His greatest fear is that, one day; he will return to his former self and become a hitokiri once more. Kaizen tries to hide this side from others seeing as he works so hard to keep his village under the protection of a humble and kind hearted Hokage from the prosperous Sarutobi clan. His greatest fear is that, one day; he will he will return to his former self and become the man he was in the Twelve Guardian Ninja once more and throw away everything to become a cold blooded killer and become a criminal instead of the hero Konoha deserves.

History:
Kaizen’s history isn’t as humble as his personality and his position of power. Kaizen has come a long way since those days. And those days will start out from when he was a jonin; Kaizen was born into the Sarutobi clan and became one of its key members seeing as his natural talent and ability to learn such high leveled jutsu so fast was quite remarkable for his ninja academy days. Kaizen was already a full time Jonin by the time he was 17 and was able to participate in the first shinobi world war which is what defined him. His talent was nothing to laugh at and nor with his dedication to his training which is what set him to join the ranks of ninja defending the Hokage in the first world war. However being so young in a war such as that was too much to ask from any ninja around his age he was still so young and immature that he would become morphed by war into a tool of destruction and slaughter. And unfortunately that’s how events worked out for Kaizen. You see his two teammates in his squad including his teacher were ambushed amongst the epitome of the war and thanks to his velocity Taijutsu he was able to escape to carry on the will of his team.

Returning to the village he spread the news to the Hokage at the time who took the news as only a hindrance in his plan. The hokage followed up by teaching Kaizen how to become stronger and using as it as a cover for Kaizen to learn how to keep everyone he holds dear safer due to his great strength. Slowly the hokage forged and created a killing device in such a young child that his emotion and remorse had vanished and the only thing that remained was a cruel calculated killer. And during the time Kaizen had no clue or control of the events for his young mind was easily bent by the will of others. For the rest of the year Kaizen spent his time in other villages and on the front lines becoming the infamous “Impulse” killer who wiped out waves of ninja in seconds. His name grew greater with wealth and he became a legend in the mist of the battlefield, however even one man couldn’t completely finish the war the villages started after the sages teachings were lost, hell even Kaizen was too young to know of the Sage and how he came into the world with such gifts. And so after a few years the war was over and no side had a clear winner each side had shed blood for blood and suffered heavy causalities to the point where each village was dilapidated and broken in a cruel stalemate.

And as war warped the man’s sense of clarity the memories that he tried to suppress of his fallen allies resurfaced tearing his mind and soul into two sides. His clarity had returned to him and his mind was clear. He knew, he surely knew, the hokage had betrayed him and disregarded his team as anything more than a fly dying in battle and used his despair as a tool to forge into a weapon that could puncture even the heaviest guards. Disgusted by the man he had become he wanted to end his life and join the many men’s lives he had taken in hell, however before he could take his life he received a private letter from the Fire Daimyō in which the Fire Daimyō asked Kaizen to abandon his life as a tool under the Hokage’s control and become an elite ninja to guard the Fire Daimyō. Kaizen accepted and became an elite guard of the Twelve Guardian Ninja and gave up on the life he had in the leaf. While he spent his young adulthood with the twelve members they happened to be all veterans of the First Shinobi War, feeling more at home than ever Kaizen figured he would like it there amongst the Fire Daimyō. Unfrotunately fate had a funny way of showing up around Kaizen for the Elven other members decided that the Hokage need to atone for his sins during the war while he sat and watched his village men give their life for him to simply wait till he was declared victor,

Kaizen if he was the murderous tool that he was before would have agreed a 100% without hesitation, but now he had matured and saw that their ideals would only lead to more disparity and pain in the village once more, but this time to everyone including women and children and to see such innocence be taken away was too much for him to accept. Kaizen had been a Guardian for already a few years and during that time he looked back on the deeds he’s committed and slowly watched his bounty rise on the black market and he couldn’t handle the blood on his hands anymore. From then on Kaizen decided to promise himself that he wouldn’t kill the innocent anymore, and he would carry out one more hit and that hit would be on the rest of the eleven guardian ninja. After their coup d’état failed and the reluctant return of the Hokage’s head not with them Kaizen confronted the eleven and without a single word carried out the execution of every last of the eleven until they had all fallen in a trail of death behind him. Emotionless Kaizen returned to the village where he began to atone for his sins and worked hard under as a pupil of the 3rd Hokage until his mind and soul began to turn clean once more. THe hokage knew there was good in Kaizen and his talent was already so polished he didn’t need a lick of training from the Hokage.

And so after the natural death of the Third Hokage, Kaizen was dubbed his successor becoming the new Hokage and the fourth in his place. With such a responsibility and such trust the 3rd has for Kaizen that he would entrust an entire village he had once almost betrayed he felt like he was loved, something that he had never experienced since he was part of team 2. Today Kaizen is the humble man you know and love, but he constantly has his demons to fight, when they will stop haunting him? He may never know but the skeletons in his closet are rattling.
Theme Song:
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Weapons/Items:
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Sōshūga
Description:
Sōshūga (双襲牙; Literally meaning "Twin Attacking Fangs") is the name of a pair of nunchaku. Each handle of these weapons is intricately carved into the shape of a Chinese dragon-like creature, with scales engraved along their length and a head near the handle's base, while appearing to be linked together by a length of twisted chord. Kaizen wields these with great dexterity, utilizing all of his limbs at times, making use of them particularly during situations where direct physical contact must be avoided.
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Special Traits
High Chakra Reserves
Kaizen is able to easily master high-level techniques due to his Clan.
Kaizen is a Taijutsu specialist which means he quite dexterous, agile, and acrobatic. His movements are so fluid and so elusive that prying eyes are hard to keep track of his movement a sensor might be able to keep up. His movements are even a match for the sharingan since his body is so dedicated to such strenuous situations that he’s trained for in order to use the right gates. He has proficient stamina where he can wear out his opponents while still being able to fight on for hours on end. Together his endurance and his chakra control proves quite lethal.

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Name: Jashin, Nea
Nickname/Alias: Leech
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Age Appearance: 15
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Village:
Konohagakure
Birthplace:
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Organization:
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Clan/Bloodline:
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Rank:
Chunin
Chakra Nature:
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Appearance:
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Personality:
Neah has a colorful personality, ranging from playful and sweet to sadistic and secretive. She does, however, always behave in a mock-childish manner. She has a childlike need to be entertained at all times, usually by others or when someone is in pain. Despite this, she has also shown signs of sadism and seems to enjoy the suffering of others. She has tortured multiple people; Nea also detests normal humans, which she considers to be below herself. Even more dangerous is when Nea's affection can range into possessiveness, eliciting a sadistic response when someone harms those that she cares for. She is usually seen as easy-going but has a cold-hearted and inhumane side to her as well. With a lust for blood and battle; she is always searching for an opponent strong enough to kill her.

History:
Her track list isn’t very impressive so far, other than the fact of her Jashinist ritual.

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Harvester
Description:
The Harvester is no ordinary scythe. Scythes tend to be the symbol of death and while they do reap what cannot be sown this scythe is slightly modulated to differ from the average scythe. The contingent mechanism of this weapon is that is capable of shape shifting into multiple forms that a normal scythe could not. The first three forms are obvious, that said, the first form is a regular scythe that is 6 feet in length with a large blade at the tip. The second form is a pair of Kusarigama, attached by a long chain. The chain’s length can extend or retract at the user’s will. The chain is riddled with spikes along each link. The Third form is basically the same as the former only without the chain attached, the next form is a projectile where the two separate scythe’s conjoin together to a compact state where the user can throw the weapon as a projectile, now he can also elongate the fusion to form a large double bladed scythe; the blades on each end can either stay curved or curl into a straight edge like a spear. The final form is a memento to one of the former Jashin members; the scythe retracts to its normal form only with two teeth at the top, one smaller than the other to give her a wider range. Although the weapon seems highly potent, when the scythes are large in form the weight of the weapon takes a toll on the girl’s body making her the slowest of chunin amongst her pack and sapping of her strength in increments. She is most at home with the agile light portable forms of her weapon.
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Special Traits
She’s Immortal.
She has two seals inscribed into both palms that bear the symbol of the jashin.
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Name: Shinji Kaguya
Alias: Kosshi

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Elemental Affinity: N/A

Village: Village Hidden in Time
Rank: Chunin
Teacher: None

Items/Weapons: None
Appearance:

Like the rest of the Kaguya Clan, Shinji has pale white skin and two red dots on his forehead.
Personality:
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When Shinji was first born from his parents he was a very passionate child always content with his life and always happy. However, ever since then his personality was altered and twisted to a more mute state. Out of all the Chunin Shinji is the quietest, remaining detached from the going-ons of the team and emotionally distant to those there. This collected demeanor of him allows Shinji to remain calm and seemingly emotionless even while his teammates are excited or worried. Shinji didn't have a particular interest in fighting or killing. He merely saw it as a means to be of use to others. He is calm and quiet individual who would dedicate himself to whatever mission was at hand. As a child, he was gentler despite his natural talent for combat and unique abilities which made him the strongest of his clan, as seen from him not wanting to hurt others he had no involvement with, and his interest in flowers.
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Fighting Style: Shinji knows nothing but the fine art of Taijutsu, allowing him to excel in Hand-to-Hand combat, Instead of focusing in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu at once. Shinji’s fighting style is very fluid due to his speed, agility, and dexterity. And, at the same time, very explosive from his strength and his ability to manipulate his bones; having both aspect produces a finished product of Ying-Yang Taijutsu which can be shown to be very deadly.
Strengths: Exceptional Taijutsu, Speed, Agility
Weaknesses: Genjutsu, Expert Ninjutsu, Bodily Structure makes it impossible for him to be healed.
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Name: Shikotsumyaku (invented)
Clan: Kaguya
Element: N/A
Type: Taijutsu
Description: naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Shikotsumyaku
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Jutsu

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(Invented)
• Dance of the Camellia
• Dance of the Clematis: Flower
• Dance of the Clematis: Vine
• Dance of the Larch
• Dance of the Seedling Fern
• Dance of the Willow
• Ten-Finger Drilling Bullets

Name: Dance of the Acacia: Strain
Range: Short
Rank: A
Type: Taijutsu
Element: None
Description: This technique possess quite a unique ability that mimics a defense mechanism of the human body. The technique is able to replicate the ability of ossification, which is the body’s ability to calcify soft tissue, muscle, tendon and ligaments. This unique ability has been trained and programmed into Shinji’s move set. When Shinji’s fists make contact with the opponent’s skin the immediate area of the punch/stab is inflicted with ossification causing the area to calcify and 'freeze up' or 'stiffen' making it unmovable by the person at all depending on the area in which it’s received. A flurry of slashes or punches depending on the location of the hits could/can completely paralyze the victim into a stone statue that is well, still alive. However, Shinji has not completely mastered the technique which is why it’s still considered A-rank, leaving Shinji only able to use this Dance three times.

Name: Dance of the Acacia: Bud
Range: Short
Rank: C
Type: Taijutsu
Element: None
Description: This dance is the twin of the Acacia: Strain which completes the set. This Jutsu has the unique ability to completely eradicate or shatter the calcified area of which the Acacia: Strain has already created. Once the limb or area that the Acacia: Strain has been hardened/calcified to its final stage, a strike delivered from the Acacia: Bud will shatter the calcified area leaving shattered remains. If the calcified bone is somewhere like the chest it will leave a hollow hole in its quake. This would prove rather deadly for the enemy and cause them to seek medical help. If say it was the ribs that were affected and then struck, the ribs inside would shatter causing intense pain and trauma. Only the Acacia: Bud can shatter bone, otherwise the ability is null by other means.

Name: Bone Shift
Range: N/A
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary
Element: None
Description: This ability allows the user to alter his or her body to match that of another person, even changing gender if desired. Drastic size changes are possible using this ability; it is not yet clear whether this involves a mass change or just density. The act of shape shifting is painful and requires at least a few seconds to complete. A form taken using this ability is not an illusion, and the user does not revert to his or her original shape if killed or knocked unconscious. This power also does not seem to alter the user's base DNA. The user needs a tissue sample from the person he wants to impersonate. This is usually accomplished by touch, although other methods are possible. Shape shifting changes the user's voice to match the person he or she impersonates. The user can alter his clothing to suit his new form a type of ability extension.[/spoiler]

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Name: Shinji Kobushi
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Gender: Male
Age: 17
Age Appearance: 18

Village: Iwagakure
Birthplace: Konoha

Alignment/Affiliation or Organization: Iwagakure

Clan/Bloodline: Kobushi

Rank: Genin

Chakra Nature: None

Appearance:
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Personality:
Shinji is a free spirit he enjoys life and all that is has to offer he has a deep respect for nature and people alike whether they are good or bad. Shinji is very peaceful and never indulges in materialistic things like the people who surround him. Shinji is motivated and willful to say the least, he is always dedicated to what he does and to his friends never giving up until he has protected or fulfilled what he was set to do. Shinji is fun-loving, adventurous, and a hard worker he is very easily befriended and relies on strong bonds between is peers and his teammates. Shinji believes in freedom and the idea of people having their freedom. Shinji is a defensive character usually reluctant to start the fight or fight aggressively unless provoked.

History:
Shinji was born and raised into the Kuboshi clan which prided on teaching their offspring the basics of battle and help shape and create natural born leaders to be candidates for future leadership. Basic training was a mixed aerobic and anaerobic workout. Protective ninja ware and other personal protection equipment were used during initial training. Scenarios were created to train personnel for situations typically encountered in on missions or in time of war. Training scenarios taught students to ignore distractions. Other training methods were used to increase realism which included blindfolding or exercising trainees to near exhaustion before dealing with a simulated attack, as well as training outdoors on a variety of surfaces and restrictive situations. Training also covered situational awareness to develop an understanding of one's surroundings and potentially threatening circumstances before an attack occurs. It also covered ways to deal with potentially violent situations, and physical and verbal methods to avoid violence whenever possible.

If anyone child had failed to meet expectations they were exempted from further training, this form of teaching was used to teach the unique fighting style of the Kuboshi and learn which children possessed the Kuboshi signature bloodline. After the children grew older they were taught to master their clan's bloodline which was the Kinsen'i. Most of the children had no clue what the bloodline was or if they had even activated it. Situations were made to test the ability to use the Kinsen'i such as breaking of their surroundings such as trees or bricks to focus on the development of the fat twitch muscles, short twitch muscles were focused on by running from village to village to work on endurance. At the end of each testing phase students would be physically exhausted and had little to no rest before the next day of training began.

After graduating from his clan's academy Shinji looked to further his skills in the Konoha Ninja Academy. Shinji started off as a genin like any other child, but kids made fun of Shinji for focusing on Taijutsu since they thought it was worthless and just flashy. Shinji didn't care his free spirit allowed him to focus on making himself better rather than let other people's opinions affect him, so he continued to progress in his academics and in combat. It was then that Shinji was introduced to his team, he was part of Team 8 which was headed by his master known as Shiro Hyuga once of the most trusted and powerful Hyuga in the village who was head of the Main Branch. Shinji quickly adored his master and made Shiro his role model and made his long term goal to be just like Shiro his priority. Shinji was the only other ninja in the group who used Taijutsu so he quickly bonded with Shiro and practiced with him every chance he could.

However during a tragic mission with team 8 Shinji had been ambushed by a few bounty hunters from the neighboring village, their master seemed to fend them off, but without sacrificing himself to save the rest. Shinji was the only one left alive his other two comrades had fallen in combat and was already cold before he could do anything. Helpless Shinji found himself at his master’s side in a pool of blood before his Sensei spoke his last words. Before his death Shiro left behind Shinji his prime student a gift, and that gift was his very own Byakugan. From then on Shinji carried his sensei’s words and his special eye as a bond that would last forever beyond the distant realms of the living and the dead. By now Shinji was 17 and had grown into a man and had a father son relationship with his Sensei, they went on countless missions and trained every hour of the day. The chunin exams had been rapidly arriving and Shinji would have to participate, yet he wasn't scared he couldn't wait to face the challenge so he could be one step closer to his Sensei.
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Kekkei Genkai:

Name of Kekkei Genkai: Byakugan
Clan: Hyuga
Rank: N/A
Description: Byakugan

Name of Kekkei Genkai:
Clan:
Rank:
Description:
This Kekkei Genkai is unique to the Kobushi Clan, this bloodline is extremely devoted to increasing the physical prowess of the user allowing to pass human capability. This bloodline allows for the user to increase the muscle fiber within oneself to extreme lengths. Kinsen'i focuses on the equilibrium of Slow twitch and Fast twitch muscles fibers instead of only focusing on one. Slow twitch fibers are used to increase the endurance, long durations of time, and core muscles groups of the user allowing them to increase his stamina levels and withstand long drawn out battles. Slow twitch fibers also produce energy which can be used to refuel chakra reserves through the process of oxidative phosphorylation which is fueled by oxygen in the blood vessels. Kinsen'i can also increase Fast twitch muscle fibers which are used for power, strength, and speed. This allows for the user to move at incredible speeds and punch with great force. The time it usually takes to build the fiber in his muscles is every two posts, and can sustain the fiber for 5-10 posts depending on its power. After constant use the fibers in the body rip and the user becomes heavily fatigue with a buildup of lactic acid.
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True Age: 1820
Appearance Age: 28
Race: Visored
Rank: Elite Captain
Division: Ex-5th Divison
History:

Takeda life was well, one could say an eccentric one, his birth and childhood seemed to be the most average of his entire life and even then it was abnormal. Takeda's parents met in their late 30's since back then the average age to settle down get married and have kids was 30 younger then that would just lead to hardship and disappointment in the end. Takeda's parents had such a connection they seemed almost inseparable. His dad was Head of a Task Force while his mother was a CPA for the Government they were both rather successful to say the least. Whenever they both had time off they would spend it with each other and their romance took off. Getting closer to his 40's his dad had been thinking about retiring from his impeccable career at the Head of the task force, he had solved over hundreds of cases and brought in criminals from petty thief's to big time assailants.

His father had been the example role model amongst police, it would be sad to see him leave but the benefits provided for him to live on die and provide for any children he had thought to bring up. Meanwhile his mom was one of few CPA enlisted by the government she managed income statements, portfolios, transactions, you name it she had it covered. She had to that was her job if the Government found out she had made a mistake it would deeply hurt the Government and would take a long grueling process to fix. She always came from work tired, but it had to be done the money was good but was it still worth it after these long years. His mother wasn't far from his father’s age only a two year difference.

Years passed by and Takeda's father had finally retired from the Task Force leaving his many friends behind him and now living off his retirement fund, social security, and pension. Takeda's mother also took this time to retire from her job receiving perks from being a government official as well. Together they would live a lavish life not having to worry about money like many that faced poverty and struggled to make ends meet, it actually made them feel bad that they were so complacent. By now Takeda's mom had been thinking and contemplating having a child, but she hadn't shown it which intern made his father frantic about what was wrong with his mother. Finally she came out to his father about wanting a child. Surprised Takeda's father simply reacted by wishing to have a kid since long ago.

So one fateful night the two conceived a child and his mother began her journey in what people called pregnancy. The next months would prove to be harder the two experienced before, Takeda's father secretly wished for a son that he could rise into a perfect mold of his model son. While his mother didn't care what gender the baby was she was just ecstatic to be able to have one. After the first couple of months the two were finally able to possess a sonogram in which they could finally discover the gender of the child. The Doctor relayed the information, it was going to be a boy, the father was short from happy he was absolutely delighted, both parents embraced each other and counted down the days that their beautiful son would appear out of the womb.

It was time for the preparations they had endured quite a lot now his mother lay on her back sweating, screaming, and breathing heavily. His dad couldn't help but to watch the miracle of life right before his eyes. It took a few hours but finally Takeda was born, crying he was brought in a towel to his mother and father where they both smiled and watched their child blossom. When it was finally time to take him home his parents automatically devoted all their time to raising Takeda. They feed him, cleaned him, and bathed him. They taught him his first words watched him take his first steps and celebrated his birthday each year. Though there was something special about Takeda that his parents hadn't known, he was able to see spirits unlike most humans.

When Takeda was at the age of three his parents began to teach him privately, teaching him how to read at a beginner level instead of over protective parents who showed picture books and the ones that popped out, they also taught him numbers which started from 1-10 and over time increased to 50. Years passed by and Takeda had been enrolled in the local school he was in first grade, the teachers were surprised at how much he knew for such a young age, he was talented further than any of the children who were in his class room. Takeda quickly accelerated in school quickly finishing up elementary school and moving into middle school. Again his teachers adored the knowledge and intelligence that he possessed, but he wasn't sold short his parents were to congratulate they were significant people and were equally intellectual.

After middle school Takeda was put into Advanced Placement classes in high school quickly surpassing the lower leveled courses taught to the average student. Takeda soon approached his senior year graduating early and be recognized at graduation as Valedictorian. Though studying was not all that Takeda did in his off time oh no his intuition was natural talent. Takeda's father taught him the ins and outs of what he learned when he was his son's age at the Police academy and then the upper echelon's when he graduated to the Task Force. Takeda took in everything his father taught him becoming very versatile, he possessed the dexterity and agility his father had once possessed. He became a good tactician and a marksman at that. On the other side he worked on numbers with his mother and learned to take care of himself financially.

Takeda wasn't now just the nerdy smart kid in class, but the kid who could kick ass. He led by example by dominating anyone who stepped up to him thinking they could force Takeda to do their work for them or simply bully him around. No he could thank his father for that he was an expert on hand to hand combat easily putting a bully in his place. Takeda did pick up one unhealthy habit that he was ashamed of, he became a smoker, and he smoked a cigarette each week which stockpiled into a pack a week which then escalated into 3 packs a week. His habit was unhealthy but it was his price to the contract he possessed of having such mental and physical knowledge.

Remember when Takeda could see spirits as a child? Well it finally caught up with him. After finishing up college he returned home and lived with his parents for a couple of years before going to pursue his career path, it wouldn't be hard since he had such astonishing credentials. As the days passed Takeda grew more wary of the spirits he could see, but they weren't any regular spirits they were hollows, yet Takeda with all his smarts couldn't figure out. To him they were ravenous monsters who killed humans and devoured them for fun. Takeda then realized his one true fear; though he hoped it would never be him that was faced with a Hollow otherwise he would be defenseless. The first time ever, where he couldn't do anything to help, simply just watch.

And so it happened almost as if he jinxed himself. One day while walking back home from groceries cigarette in hand he stopped by the smell of smoke, not from his lit cigarette, no it was the fire of a nearby house. Takeda dropped his bag of groceries the eggs cracking from the impact, and he ran he ran as fast as his aerodynamic body could take. When he reached his block he saw a massive hollow crushing and pulverizing what was left of his house. Takeda's heart sank to his stomach not knowing what to do or how to go about it. He was in the first time of his life defenseless, quickly entering the house without being noticed he looked high and low for his parents.

That's when it hit him, the bodies or what was left of them was looking back at Takeda straight into his soul. The scene was hard to grasp, Takeda needed to get out fast or else he would share the same fate. Disoriented and in shock he grabbed his father’s handgun and ran outside coughing from the smoke he had inhaled. Takeda took point and looked at the hollow “Over here Mother Fucker!!” he shouted getting the Hollows attention. The hollow laughed and cranked his arm backwards aiming for a punch, Takeda looked down his sight and fired bullet after bullet eventually running out of his clip, but there was no extra ammunition he was good as done.

The hollow on the other hand seemed to be perfectly fine the bullets hadn't penetrated or even affected it in the slightest. With the fully charged fist the hollow cocked it forward slamming Takeda's body under the hollow's massive fist crushing Takeda in one foul swoop. Looking at the fist Takeda couldn't move he didn't want to move his light quickly flashed before his eyes remembering all the happy times he had with his family as a kid to now and how all the teachers and professors he met became friends with him and treated him with the utmost respect, he was exalted, but now he was dead.

With the impact his eyes dilated his final breathe leaving his body, the blood spurting out of his mouth. His motionless body lay there that was the end of Takeda.

Fortunately for him Takeda had a strong soul and had made it to the spirit world. It was weird for Takeda at first, he had been reborn into himself again, but not a human and nor dead, it was an eerie feeling yet he learned how to cope with it through the following years. Living as a soul was bumpy at first this world was much different than the human world and he wasn't wealthy in this society oh no he was in the poverty he wore ragged clothes and he had lost his sanitation. Takeda didn't lose his aspirations though he focused on his body and continued to keep it in shape as he did when he was alive; he worked for what he needed.

Takeda found a steady job and had income while he managed it nicely he became better suited. Now he took showers and wore simple clothes nothing flashy and he was able to have a meal instead of being starved of one or resorting to killing vermin. Just as it seemed to be getting better for Takeda it took a turn for the worse. A band of thieves had been tracking him for quite a while they had learned his schedule and his habits and finally they formed a plan to strike and rob him of all he was worth. It was night when they struck Takeda had been walking home at the dead of night when he encountered a group of men which quickly surrounded him.

Takeda sighed and took his stance before they assaulted him, the thugs hadn't known he was skilled in combat which gave Takeda a sense of pride, but that was quickly diminished. They brought out weapons and more of them showed, Takeda had the same fear he had when the hollow attacked him, defenseless. They bombarded him with attacks; Takeda was getting his ass handed to him by a couple of small time thugs. Then Takeda began to speak first a quiet whisper “Stop...” then a monotone pitch “Stop...” now regular ambiance “Stop..” and now a large roar “STOP!!!!!!!!!!” with that a jet of white light erupted from him. Takeda whip lashed and the thugs were knocked away getting thrown against the walls that surrounded them.

Takeda was breathing heavy the anger in his mind; he looked at his hands which were glowing with a white aura. What was this? What was this new found power? What did he do to the thugs? Questions flooded him like a riptide hitting a rock. Takeda limped home still looking down at his hands.

With the next years Takeda had studied his power and searched high and low for any information that could lead him in the right direction, in the meantime Takeda used the anger he felt that one day and tapped into it allowing him to reactivate the white aura that had appeared that fateful day. Over the course of his investigation he mastered his aura being able to connect with it like it was a living organisms that was part of Takeda it felt good. Then finally his investigation had a break through there was something in the spirit world know as Soul Society which housed the Gotei 13. Takeda curious enrolled in the academy becoming a seated officer.

The Gotei 13 was a totally new experience that he had never experienced before there was the Captain Commander and his division of captains. Admiration came to his mind when he was first introduced to the Gotei 13 he would one day be one of those captains. As for now he was given a plain sword and was taught Shunpo, Kidō, Hoho the basics. And that's when he learned what the magical white force was, it was his Reiatsu. Takeda learned as much as he could like he had when he was studying in high school and in college. He practiced each of his skills precisely until he mastered them, his favorite activities were hand to hand and Shunpo those two were what he excelled at.

Graduation day had come and he was one the highest ranked seats in the barracks being an exceptional student. Then fate gave Takeda a second chance the Captain of the Fifth Division had been looking for a worthy recruit to become his new Vice Captain, Takeda prayed and waited to see who he would acknowledge and pick to be his new subordinate. Moments later the Captain of the 5th Division picked Takeda, overwhelmed with joy he smiled bashfully at his new captain. Takeda was moving up in the world and now he was just one step closer to becoming a Captain, if his parents knew they would have been so proud of him.

The next few years of his life were inspiring and treacherous, His Captain trained him to the tee, but Takeda loved every second of it. Takeda grew attached to his captain and his Captain grew fond of Takeda almost like a Father Son relationship. He was Takeda's second father, he had given him his Zanpakuto had taught him to further his Shunpo and had shown him the ropes to early stages of Kidō both Bakudo and Hakudo. Takeda couldn't be any happier, they often laughed together told reminiscent stories from when they were alive and had gotten drunk together. The good thing about being a soul is cigarettes had no aftermath on your body that was sure of a perk for Takeda.

Training day came, Today Takeda would be taught how to effectively use his Zanpakuto and learn to use Shikai. Takeda was nervous the sweat beads slowly slid off his face, Releasing Shikai was going to be hard worse than anything he had ever faced before. Takeda wasn't ready for what was in store he quickly light a cigarette to cool his nerves, with his courage now intact he could face his Captain. The training started off fast paced his captain wasn't going easy on him, he followed him like a vulture on a dead carcass moving with Takeda and slashing at him with every opportunity he got. Takeda kept flash stepping and blocking with his sword.

Groans of pain were let out of his mouth as he was on the defensive side. His captain spoke “Come on Takeda believe in yourself and prove me wrong release your Shikai I know you can do it, I believe in you, I won’t be afraid to kill you if you fail!!!” Takeda's nerves shook as they slapped him in the face. Takeda had to face reality, but how? How could he release Shikai? He needed to fast or else he was as good as dead. The hit were hitting closer to home, the blood crept its crimson face onto Takeda's body he was going to die this was it. That's when his memory flash backed to the hollow killing his parents and the thug's beating him up for his money. “I won’t give up!!! Forgive me Father for I have Sinned, Genkaku Hikigane!”” the name of his blade. His Zanpakuto engulfed the whole area; the ground below them began to shake as the white aura once again coated Takeda and exploded furiously.

The captain was shocked at his Vice Captain but then a smile crept on his face. In his mind he thought “There you go Takeda I knew you could do it” Takeda was spewing out smoke from his body he was familiar with smoke matter of fact he breathed it in every day since he was alive. But something was different he could feel a toxin within the smoke but it was invisible to his opponent’s, just as he finally figured his Shikai out he began to lose consciousness before he could collapse all that could be heard was “I did it....I did it...Did you see Capt..” a loud thump bellowed and the smoke reformed into his Zanpakuto. The captain smiled and picked up Takeda returning to the headquarters.

Takeda awoke he was bandaged up from the head down, his awakening was sudden and the nurses rushed him trying to warn him to stay calm. Takeda felt fine he had no pain in him it was weird had they given him painkillers. With a questioned look on his face his Captain had appeared throwing Takeda his clothes. “They patched you up with Kidō” Takeda looked dumbfounded” Kidō they healed me with Kidō?” “No wonder why I feel 100%, so what's on the schedule today master?” The captain laughed “Well today I'm going on a mission by myself I want you to stay you’re not healed a 100% and I can handle this on my own” with a sigh and a whinny pitch Takeda muffled “Aw man you always have the fun, I'm fin-” before he could say fine a jolt of pain hit him.

Takeda cringed and his Captain laughed “See what I mean, I can't have you tagging along when you’re not fully rested I wouldn't want to lose you Takeda, Well I'll be back you get some rest and work on your Shikai some more” Takeda felt his heart beating through his whole body, ”I don't want to lose you..” his Captain really did love him like a son. Takeda looked away as to not show his Captain his embarrassment “Alright get out of here, make sure to come back safe or else I'll kick your ass!!” His Captain chuckled and left. Little did Takeda know that would be the last thing he would hear from his Captain that day.

Waking up the next morning he ripped off his bandages and walked outside from there he unsheathed his Zanpakuto and began to psyche himself up, with a calm breathe in he quickly exhaled murmuring the name of his Zanpakuto and its release command. “A white light appeared all around him and his black katana which quickly erupted into two pistols in each of his hands. The whole day he trained learning to change his body into smoke and excrete smoke from his mouth and ears and wherever he could excrete smoke. And then he focused on creating the toxin and releasing it into his smoke. Takeda pushed his body to his limits putting a large abundance of stress on himself “I have to get stronger...” he said before collapsing yet again.

Waking up in the medical division again he went outside and continued to perform his Shikai, this went on for several days. Takeda wanted to show his Captain his full capabilities upon arrival maybe then he would show him Bankai, though he didn't keep his hopes up and quickly went back to focusing on his Shikai. With each passing day he grew stronger, faster, smarter he was able to perform his Shikai's abilities in a fraction of a second and had increased his stay in Shikai to insane amounts of time. The look of dedication on his face was something to admire. Finally he had mastered the art of Shikai, and now he could finally rest without worrying. Or so he thought, he woke up again the next day in the medical Division and quickly got dressed since today was the date his Captain would arrive.

Takeda waited and waited for his Captain to show, everyone around him looked sad and depressed, Takeda was curious to see why everyone was so miserable, everyone who he had asked turned away or left in tears. Takeda began to put the pieces together “No.....” he said. The overcast sky turned to black clouds which then began to pour rain over Takeda. Takeda began to cry his Captain his Second Father wasn't coming back. He was brought to his knees his head lowered, he clenched his fist till they bled and he slammed them against the ground screaming “Why!!!?!?!” Takeda was left in the fetal position outside in the pouring rain. Memories of his Captain's smile ran through his head and of all the good times he had with him. Fate was cruel to Takeda but why what has he ever done to deserve something like this.

The Captain Commander appeared next to Takeda who had been sulking in the rain, the Commander didn't look at Takeda but simply talked “I'm sorry to bring you the news of your Captain, he was an exceptional Captain and an exceptional being, he would have wanted you to take his place as Captain of the fifth squad, we will have the funeral tomorrow” Takeda was taken back at the Commander's final words. ”He would have wanted you to take his place...” it seemed the Captain did care for him even after death. With the following morning Soul Society had grieved over the loss of one of their best and Takeda spoke for the Captain at his funeral. Now Takeda morphed into a different person he rarely spoke to many and he kept to himself.

With the following years Takeda grew into his position as Captain of the 5th Division quickly being noted by his pupils as a model of true perseverance and responsibility. Those were all just empty words to Takeda his real purpose was to train even harder to make his former Captain proud. Takeda began his ritualistic training again but this time with his Bankai, at this time he didn't sleep or eat but focus on unlocking his true potential, it’s what his master would have wanted. Takeda showed no sign of giving up but he couldn't seem to unlock Bankai no matter what he tried. Takeda was out of breathe and tears began to roll down his eyes they hit the hilt of his blade. Takeda could only think of his Captain.

As the memories balled up inside of him he gripped his Shikai with all his might trembling in place. “I'll do it for you Master!!” Takeda shouted as his silver white aura enveloped him and his Shikai changed. He'd done it he unlocked his Bankai he stood there with a massive scythe on his shoulders and the same familiar smoke he had come to love. Takeda cried in happiness looking at the sky looking to see if his Captain was watching, it began to rain again but Takeda didn't care he welcomed the rain he took it as a sign of his Captain crying with him. Takeda laughed and cried this was his greatest achievement yet. Now he had fulfilled his dream of becoming a Captain and being a proud part of the Gotei 13.

Years passed and Takeda was revered as a captain, he went on many missions’ the Captain Commander put him on and completed them with ease. He had fully mastered his Bankai and could easily hold it for an impossible amount of time almost for eternity. Takeda had perfected his Shunpo he was one of or the fastest shinigami in the Gotei 13. His hand to hand was perfected and his Kidō wasn't that bad, he truly did excel in what he did. Takeda had become the person he once was, happy, friendly, a good person. He was no longer sad because he had his Captain in his Heart. The Gotei 13 was relaxed and a new member had joined the ranks his name was Kazuma an exceptional soul to join their leagues, Takeda thought he would go far in the Gotei 13 just as he did.

Takeda was sent on a mission by the Captain Commander again fate had a funny way of coming back to haunt Takeda. On his mission Takeda had to confront a hollow that had been consuming the souls of many innocent humans. Takeda thought nothing of it until he was confronted with the Hollow, Takeda's heart beat skipped and the fear was gently applied to his face. The hollow was the one that killed his family and killed him when he tried defending them. The hollow stopped and looked at Takeda with a devilish smile. Takeda grew furious releasing his Bankai and causing an eruption in spiritual pressure causing cataclysmic effects on the human world’s environment. In a blind rage Takeda lashed out at the Hollow slicing it to shreds until there was nothing but chunks left. Takeda regained control looking at the devastation he caused he looked at the disemboweled hollow and took piece of it to save as a memory.

When he returned to Soul Society he was quickly yelled at by the Captain Commander for his irresponsible performance, since it was his first offense he wasn't punished. That night Takeda began to research the piece of the hollow he had saved and began studying up on hollows. Takeda ignored the cuts and injuries he had from the battle with the hollow and focused on the segment of hollow, what he didn't realize was the hollow began to fuse with the lacerations he had on his hands and forearms Takeda became startled and alarmed trying to stop the hollow from fusing with him. Thought it was too late the infection began to spread the process of Hollowfication began to reproduce inside his body.

Screaming he began to think of his Captain and his Parents, but that had a negative effect the infection began to spread quicker by the flare of his emotions. He started throwing up white hollow matter which began forming on his face into what seemed to be a mask. Takeda clawed at his face touching his mask, though to no avail the mask continued to form and wouldn't cease. Takeda began to fade he was losing consciousness. The he saw feet in front of him someone had come into his room Takeda looked up but couldn't make out a face since it was covered in shadows though he saw long black hair with a red streak that glistened in the moon's light.

The figure possessed something it had its own illumination and it was small/compact. The figure stepped closer and pressed the illuminated object into his body. Takeda's eyes flared but then he fell unconscious. The next day he woke up startled wondering if last night was nothing more than a nightmare. He reached up to touch his face and felt a mask on his face that had been completed, he wasn't dead and it wasn't a dream, how could this be. Without chance to think his room was stormed by Gotei 13 guards which barricaded him and bounded him in chains. Takeda had been brought up on charges of experimenting with Hollowfication and was sent to be executed. His fate was sealed and it wasn't even his fault; he had no say so fighting was useless.

His life seemed useless up until this point he had let down everyone he loved. Suddenly a flash of light erupted in front of him taking out the guards in front of him. Scared Takeda looked to see who had been saving him. It was his.....Captain..... He wasn't dead Takeda couldn't comprehend anything now was he dreaming again or was this reality. His captain quickly broke the chains and shook Takeda and stared him straight in the eye. “Sorry for lying to you all these years I never wanted this to happen, but I needed to research some things and I know who did this to you, but for now you must go I'll catch up with you in a couple of years, remember I'm always watching.” with that his captain created a Senkai Gate and disappeared yet again.

How could Takeda absorb all of this at once, frantically he looked around and fled into the Gate his Captain had created. Jumping through he landed on the other side which was the Human world specifically Karakura Town. Takeda sat and looked into space for hours upon hours, he recollected what just happened to him in the past day, he became a hollow was exiled and sent to be executed and then saved by his pronounced dead Captain. What was going on, all he knew was his captain said he would come back and tell him the truth. That's all he needed he was happy just knowing his Captain was alive and well and that he saved Takeda from his horrible fate, he would enjoy that one day they would meet again.

Over the approximate years Takeda would learn to control his inner hollow and freely used his new Hollowfied powers. This overwhelming power felt new and unlike anything he felt before, his skills changed in fact they increased tenfold even more, his strength was raised his speed was raised and he could use hollow powers more widely known as a cero. Takeda trained like he had with his Bankai and his Shikai but this time he didn't need to think of remnants or be inspired by emotions no he could train with fun. Takeda enjoyed being a Visored he had worked his butt off and could now use his Mask whenever and increase his potential. Takeda mastered his Visored powers like he did with any other thing he set his mind too he seemed unbeatable nothing could stop him now.

Now he would wait for fate to catch up with him one last time and confront his Teacher, his Father, and his Captain. And figure out who and what did this to him and maybe one day seeks his revenge.....

Personality:
Takeda is an easy going guy, he’s nice to almost everybody and usually easy to befriend. Takeda style is being mellow and somewhat lazy when it comes to not fighting. He doesn’t speak much besides advice or tactics he’s going to use. Takeda just sits around quiet daydreaming about whatever pops into his head. In battle Takeda form a level headed persona and is very strict with himself and his opponent he doesn’t judge upon looks, he honor’s fights and goes to the end with them even if it means his death. Takeda is a balanced person using his smarts and his brawn. He’s a take from both worlds.

Appearance:


Strengths: Swordsmanship, Intelligence, Reiatsu
Weaknesses: Strength, Hand to hand combat, Kido

Current Combat Stats: 425
Zanjutsu- 140
Hakudo- 15
Hoho- 100
Kido- 60
Reiatsu-110

**Shikai- Stats-11 zanjutsu, 7 Rietsu
**Bankai- Stats-40 zanjutsu, 50 Rietsu
**Flashstep(1 Short)-Stats-Hoho-10
**Flashstep(1 long)-Stats-Hoho-20
**Continous Flashstep(Short)-Talent -Hoho-5/
Stats-Hoho-30, Rietsu-20
**Quasi-Clone-Talent-Hoho-6
Stats- Hoho- 40, Reitsu-25
**Shunko-Talent-6 Hakudo, 6 Kido/
Stats-25,Rietsu-10
**Skip Incation(61-80)-Talent-Kido-7/
Stats-40, Rietsu-15
**Skip Incation(81-100)-Talent-Kido-8/
Stats-50, Rietsu-30
**Paralyzing Rietsu- Reitsu-20+(Ability at 20, usable when 20 over opponents)
**Reitsu Armor- Rietsu 30+(Ability at 40, usable at 40 over opponents)
**Yamamoto style-Kendo-Talent-Zanjutsu-7,
Stats-Zanjutsu-50,
**Senka-Stats-Zanjutsu-20, Hoho-20
(Created skills)
**Kido-giri- Zanjutsu 45, Kido- 45

Zanpakuto
Zanpakuto Spirit Personality:
The first thing you have to understand about Jade is that she doesn’t give a shit about anything; she barely pays enough attention to get the gist of things. Jades is completely apathetic and undiplomatic, the only real thing she has going for her is her sex appeal, brute force, and coercion. Jade is the perfect balance to Takeda because unlike him witty, intelligent, and humble she’s the complete opposite. The perfect yin to her yang, the main difference between them is the fact Jade is a merciless natural born killer willing to blow a hole through anyone’s head executioner style. Jade can also be very blunt, using foul language and violence to get her point across. Besides getting off on killing Jade has developed a rather bleak, almost nihilistic outlook on life, relying only on Takeda to guide her with her carefree live fast die young attitude.
Zanpakuto Spirit Appearance:

Zanpakuto Spirit Inner World:

Sealed Zanpakuto:

Shikai
Name: Hanshateki Tsuki (Reflective Moon)
Release Command: “Disrupt, Hanshateki Tsuki!”
Appearance:

Abilities:
False Fate
Description:
The user of this technique requires direct eye contact with the opponent to achieve this Illusion. Upon making eye contact with the opponent the user shifts their eyes to the trance like state their Shikai allows them to enter. When the opponent looks into the foggy white eyes they are lost in whatever they are performing while they are mesmerized by the fog in the user’s eye. After making contact the user can distort the opponents mind, the opponent believes they are still fighting the user, but their future begins to alter. This can be used to either trick the opponent into thinking they’re dead or alter their future for example returning to their village to realize it’s been destroyed. The longer and the more Reiatsu funneled through the technique without interruption the longer the opponents altered future will remain.
Weakness:
Requires Eye Contact.
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Name of Technique: Slow Motion
Description:
The user take’s their bare hands and creates a very loud clap that creates small vibrations. One the sound has been administered by the opponent it can slow down the opponent’s perception of time. It is able to make one second seem like 100 years for the unfortunate victim to whom it is administered. The more Reiatsu applied constitutes the amount of time the opponent’s sense is slowed. A powerful enough surge of reiatsu however causes the senses to speed up trillions of times while the relatively "slow" body fails to keep up, resulting in paralysis.
Weakness:
Lasts two posts, easy to notice.
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Name of Technique: Fast Forward
Description:
Unlike Slow Motion the user activates their Senkan and creates a supplementary effect of slow motion to themselves. Instead of slowing down their perception the user speeds it up being able to perceive time and movement quicker increasing the effects on their perception. Basic Reiatsu simply allows the user to see their environment in high speeds able to easily dodge or counter an opponent’s attack. Above average reiatsu allows the user to develop a sixth sense allowing them to pick sense danger before it happens or sense themselves being placed under an Illusion (E.G. Spidey Senses). Finally a surge of reiatsu pushes the boundaries of perceptive sense and allows the user to visualize events two seconds beyond current time.
Weakness:
The surge lasts one post and causes severe strain.
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Name of Technique: Fortune Teller
Description:
A simple jutsu not meant for offensive or defensive purposes, the user simply takes the hand of anyone who he/she comes into contact to and is immediately teleported into their trance. Upon touching hands the user is intertwined with the other persons past, present, and future. This allows them to gain access to their memories and able to see their future.
Weakness:
N/A
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Name of Technique: Rewind
Description:
The way this Illusion is produced is quite profound, the user is able to adjust their vocal chords to produce and mimic the sound of a tape recorder going in reverse rapidly. Once the opponent has heard the strange repercussion of a video they are lured into the special Illusion. This Illusion triggers the opponent to believe they are being rewinded into the past, for example if the opponent shoots a fireball at the user and then is trapped in the Illusion it would have seemed as if they never shot the fireball at all. This is especially effective is the user slashes or removes a limb from the opponent and then produces the Illusion leading them to believe there arm was never cut.
Weakness:
Easy to detect.
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Name of Technique: Stop
Description:
Breathing heavily the user makes use of their diaphragm in order to release a blood curdling high pitched scream in the audible word of “Stop!” When they hear is heard the Illusion is triggered. The user takes form of a banshee continuing to make a deafening piercing hollow that causes the user to cup their ears in pain distorting their vision and destroying their eardrums. The second effect to the Illusion is that is freezes the enemy into place as though they died and rigor mortis is setting in where their muscles begin to stiffen until they cannot move.
Weakness:
Can break the Illusion when they are able to move.
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Bankai
Name: Genkaku Hikigane (Illusion Trigger)
Release Command: “Forgive me Father for I have Sinned, Genkaku Hikigane!”
Control: Mastered
Weapon Appearance:

Physical Appearance:
Ebony & Ivory are Takeda’s trademark pair of personally customized semi-automatic pistols. In a world of Katana’s and Kido, Takeda has created and perfected an unorthodox weapon to combat said weapons. These weapons known as ‘pistols’ are the first of their kind and are a weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets are propelled by explosive force. The first of their breed Takeda’s pistols are especially designed to rapidly fire bullets instilled with powerful reiastu and illusions. The right, white gun, Ivory, was custom built for rapid firing and fast draw times, while the left, black gun, Ebony, has been modified for long-distance targeting and comfort. These pistols can shot concentrated balls of reiatsu that act identical to bullets, these also allow award him the privilege of not having to reload actual bullets, but Takeda carries a few live cartridges.
Abilities:
Name of Technique: Nekkishika Dagan (Heat Seeking Bullet)
Description:
Takeda’s trademark bullet, when fired the bullet carries a small inscribed seal on the nose of the bullet designed not to kill or puncture the target, but like a paint ball creates a mark (in this case a seal) on the target with a slight sting. Once the seal is implanted onto the target Takeda simply need not aim for the target but shot in any direction. The bullets will then lock onto the seal placed on the target and switch trajectory to the seal.
Weakness:
Only carries 5 Homing bullets.
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Name of Technique: Dai kōkei (High Caliber)
Description:
The user super-charges a single shot, and then creates two conditions for his bullet. Takeda can either leave the shot in its high caliber state, which allows it to pierce through rivaled strength shields or defense, or he can split the bullet into dozens of smaller lighter caliber bullets. When the shot is fired upwards it splits into dozens of regular shots and rains down onto the target in a 10 meter radius.
Weakness:
3 High Caliber Bullets. Can't change trajectory.
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Name of Technique: Bakudan Dagan (Bomb Bullet)
Description:
Takeda takes his gun(s) and fires a shot into the ground where it lays dormant. This shot of course is planned ahead for when Takeda dictates it or when the target steps on the position of the discharged bullet, it will acts as a bomb, exploding upwards consuming the opponent.
Weakness:
N/A
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Name of Technique: Kyūshūtama (Absorption Shot)
Description:
Takeda imprints the explosive tag seal onto his bullet serving as the first part of his technique. The second part is a shot that sticks into the target, once inside the shot continually drains Reiatsu from the source. After draining a max of fifteen percent of the target’s total Reiatsu, after a complete time frame of 6 posts, the shot explodes. The more Reiatsu drained, the larger the explosion.
Weakness:
Can be dug out from the body. 2 Draining bullets.
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Name of Technique: Nekomutama (Sleep Shot)
Description:
Takeda has honed the ability to infuse his Illusions Reiatsu into his Reiatsu bullets effectively allowing him to channel his Illusions through his bullets. The first of his Illusions bullet abilities is his sleeping shot. When the target is hit with one or multiple Reiatsu bullets they feel the effect of the Illusions. These bullets serve as a tranquilizer used on animals, but instead of needles the Reiatsu bullets put the target in a deep slumber. The more Reiatsu bullets inflicted the faster they succumb to the effects.
Weakness:
His Illusions bullets cause no physical damage. Lieutenants and above can break the illusion.
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Name of Technique: Hitosawagase (False Alaram)

Description:
Takeda’s most sinister creations, this bullet is comprised of two seals. When shot if the bullet misses or is miss-fired on purpose the first seal activates shedding the outer shell of the bullet. The bullet that was fired was meant as a fake to persuade the enemy into thinking Takeda had missed. When the shell is shed it reveals another bullet faced in the opposite direction. The second seal activates and expels a large force of wind which fires the second bullet towards the enemy allowing for a backwards shot.
Weakness:
The second seal requires Takeda to form to channel Reiatsu. 3 post cool down.
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Name of Technique: Nebaitama (Sticky Shot)
Description:
Takeda’s sole demolition bullet, the bullet contains a specially made black liquid. When the shot makes contact the bullet will explode into a black adhesive sticky black tar like substance. It overtakes whichever limb or part of the body it hits and expands around said surface. The adhesive then bubbles and grows in size and traps whatever it has been attached to.
Weakness:
When the tar hardens it can be easily broken. 2 posts to harden. 1 adhesive bullet.
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Name of Technique: Hayauchi (Quick Draw)
Description:
Takeda has created two permanent seals on each of his palms that resemble the sun and the moon. These seals were specially constructed in order to remove the lag time of drawing his weapons. In addition to drawing his normal pistols it also allows Takeda to summon his pistols in case he is disarmed. The seals automatically teleport his pistols to his hands on command.
Weakness:
If the seals are scarred or cut the seals are broken.
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Name of Technique: Stellate Shot
Description:
Takeda fires a special bullet that has a seal embedded on the nose of the bullet with a cross shaped seal. If the bullet strikes the target directly on the forehead a large x shaped seal is placed on the forehead and upon impact the Illusions starts. Normally a stellate shot is when a firearm is placed directly on the forehead and shot from that position. The gases expelled by the firearm causes the gas causing the discharge to move the skin passing the skins elasticity until it begins to tear into the cruciform shape. This process is however experienced as the Illusions, the target believes that their forehead is tearing and the bullet is working its way through the skull, however they are perfectly fine.
Weakness:
Needs to make contact with the forehead.
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Name of Technique: Kurushimi Dagan (Pain Shot)
Description:
Takeda pours his Reiatsu into his Reiatsu bullets to create his next Illusion. Takeda fires a barrage of bullets at the target and when hit the Illusion begins. When the bullets hit the target the target believes that they are actually getting shot by the bullet causing pain and a break in stamina. However the Reiatsu bullets don’t puncture the targets body or even creates a single scratch on the target. The illusion allows the Reiatsu bullets to cause the sensation of being shot by directly striking the target's sense of pain instead of actually shooting them.
Weakness:
Does not create wounds which can dictate the presence of Illusions.
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Name of Technique: Kankaku Rinku (Sensory Link)
Description:
One of Takeda’s most prominent techniques, Takeda loads two special bullets marked with a heart on the nose of each bullet, loaded into each barrel. This technique is only used when there are multiple targets. When the bullets hit the designated target they grow a link connecting each other’s senses symbolized by a heart on the wrist. When one person is injured or hit with an attack the person linked with them feels the exact same sensation of pain in the exact same position they were injured in.
Weakness:
Enough Reiatsu can break the seal.
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Name of Technique: Flare Shot
Description:
Takeda channels his Reiatsu through his pistols and fire two shots that mold together to form one big bullet. Instead of hitting the target the bullet explodes violently into an extremely bright light that blinds the opponent. Upon seeing the light the target is subjugated to Takeda’s Illusions. While the opponent is blinded Takeda can fire off other Illusions while the target is blinded.
Weakness:
Block your vision.
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Name of Technique: Cloak of Shadows
Description:
This technique exerts a hallucinatory effect upon the eyesight, effectively blinding the opponent. No matter how skilled an opponent may be, they are forced to wait helpless in this world of darkness, as this technique allows the user to attack unseen. Although it negates sight, it does not stop the other senses.
Weakness:
Other senses aren’t blocked
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Name of Technique: Dome of infinite bullets
Description:
When Takeda has establish the Cloak of shadows Illusion Takeda then begins to from a secondary Illusions to be incorporated with the first Illusions. Takeda creates a large dome of bullet kept in pace all around the opponent. At a snap of the wrist the bullets shift and move to collide with the target engulfing him in what seems to be an endless wave of bullets. (Visual at 6 minutes onward Click) This jutsu can only be activated as a second layer after the first initial round of posts that Bringer of Darkness has been set.
Weakness:
Breaking the first Illusions negates the second.
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Name of Technique: Shirinuke (Forgetfulness)
Description: After shooting off several bullets and making contact the user creates a Illusions that affects the frontal lobe of the opponents brain. The Illusions can affect multiple targets if more Reiatsu is used. The frontal lobe of the brain deals with planning activities and is linked to motivation. This Illusions simulated a traumatic brain injury to the frontal lobe which disables the opponent’s ability to plan out their moves and they lack the will and motivation to carry out the fight, making them less likely to continue trying to win and more likely to give up.

Weakness: When the Illusions is broken they go back to normal. The more targets effected by the Illusions the easier it is to brake from. If the hand seals are interrupted the Illusions must be recast.
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Name of Technique: Illusions no Inkan (Seal of Illusionary Techniques)
Description: This seal can be placed on any surface and excretes a thin Reiatsu aura that allows the application of Illusions to those within it. Thus, it can be applied to persons via contact. The Illusions Seal acts as a medium of application instead of the techniques normal application requirements. The seal can re-apply Illusions to those that break it if they are in the seal’s range.

Weakness: Requires contact, can only have a max of three seals active at once. The seal is always visible on whatever it is placed on.
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Name of Technique: Eternal Glass Prison
Description:
One of Takeda’s final techniques, Takeda when faced with a strong enough opponent will carefully remove his eye patch. When he opens his ragged eye a blistering white light radiates from his eye and a small beam of light escapes towards the opponent. Upon either sight or touch from the light the Illusion begins. The opponent will be tricked into thinking that Takeda has released a surge of Reiatsu to finish the battle in order to win. The opponent then win’s the match killing Takeda, but when they win they succumb to effects of the Illusion. The opponent finds that they are trapped in the right eye of Takeda for the rest of their natural born life in a glassy white eye.
Weakness:
A powerful excretion of Reiatsu. Requires eyesight or touch. Heavy cost of Reiatsu on Takeda’s part.

Hollow Spirit Personality:
Minerva has split personalities. Prophet’s first personality is a very scared little girl named Luna; this innocent little girl is always benevolent and caring to whoever tends to her needs. Scared she is very clingy and always wears a sad face with her big round an eye bulging out almost in tears, her bottom lip tends to inflate and quiver nervously. In this personality she believes she is cursed with her gift and believes every image she sees is what causes the world to end or her violent death. This leads Prophet’s paranoia which creates a very acute sense of Schizophrenia. Always paranoid she constantly stumbles over her words and repeats them to herself without audibly forming them. She weighs and measures every possible outcome in her head until she’s lost in her mind fearing every outcome. However Minerva is like a double edged sword and is able to switch personalities in an instant which creates a deadly character. Her second personality is more possessive and in charge, dark, mysterious, deadly.

Minerva likes to play with her opponents, torturing them little by little until they can hardly stand or until she grows bored of them. The exact opposite of Luna, She is sadistic, appears to value solitude over companionship and doesn't enjoy the aid or support of anyone trying to help her. Minerva is vicious, merciless and cruel. Cold and analytical are two words two describe her out of a million, she’s driven by the future and the bloodlust it carries with it, all the fires, all the death, the impending dumb sends her into a sublime ecstasy that gets her off. After her desires are set Minerva won’t stop until she rips her opponent shred from shred. Her alternate personalities are very deadly is she is cunning and conniving enough to gain someone’s trust. Because once she has your trust she can make a 180 and stab you in the back the next time you turn your back.
Hollow Spirit Appearance:
or
Hollow Spirit Inner World:

Hollow Mask Appearance:

Hollow Abilities:
Cero, Cero Metralleta
Control: Master

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Name: Hiroyuki Sanda
Nickname/Alias: Twilight Samurai
Gender: Male
Age: N/A
Age Appearance: 32
Sexuality: N/A

Village: Land of Iron
Birthplace: N/A
Organization: Land of Iron

Clan/Bloodline: N/A

Rank: Kensei

Chakra Nature: None

Appearance:
[spoiler][/spoiler]

Personality:
Hiroyuki is a rather morbid character his sense of life is fueled by vengeance and retribution, some people think of him as a demon plaguing the fields since he has a presence of melancholy. Hiroyuki is a very quiet person who rarely speaks and usually talks through moving his hands he only truly talks when needed or if he actually aligned with someone. Hiroyuki is a monster his eye's glow with an eerie sense illuminating the darkened road. Hiroyuki is a natural born killer; he kills the weak and plays with the strong as if it were one big game to him. Hiroyuki is a killing machine and nothing in his way will ever stop him. Hiroyuki appears to be a laid-back and irreverent individual at first glance, but this scruffy exterior hides a brutal, impulsive, excessively-violent personality and an unstable mind. Hiroyuki is blunt, sarcastic, and quite sadistic, revealing a psychotic grin when he is fighting or killing somebody. He believes that death is the only salvation.

History:
For Mature Audiences only.
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Before his story can be told, we must first look to the roots of where Hiroyuki has come from. During Feudal Times Hiroyuki's mother was the first Daughter of the Leading Shogun at the time. She had the perfect upbringing she was rich beautiful and was in power. People all over the land adored her from afar and her father. While her father controlled the Samurai she was more of a recluse and spent her days inside the house learning to sow and clean. She would one day be the model housewife every strong man needed when they wed. Although she was the shogun's daughter and was well respected she also had enemies and stalkers of her own. Completely oblivious to the fact that people outside her father's authority were deranged and twisted she never bothered to protect herself. Of course, she had guards every inch of their estate, but when she went shopping she'd sneak out or tells the guards to wait for her then, never come back.

Soon, her rebellious actions would catch up to her, introducing Hiroyuki's soon to be father. By now, her father had already planned her wedding since he had met with a nobleman from the neighboring country. She was set to marry a powerful Samurai from the next land over, it seemed her life had already been planned out and relatively complete. Unfortunately, her actions would lead yo her downfall, as she escaped the clutches of her guards she went shopping in the streets soon she would be far out of reach of the kingdom and in the area that the poverty thrived in. Thief's, rapists, and homeless people lived in these broken and run down areas. Yet, she thought nothing of it and enjoyed the scenery past the area. One man had been stalking her from the shadows growing heated and aroused with each passing second, her beauty was no match for his animal like needs. So, with that the man lunged out from the shadowy alley and grabbed her into the alley covering her mouth with one hand and her arms with the other.

Within a few seconds he had totally dragged her to a vacant unpopulated area. She began to tear as he let go of her mouth and began hitting her as he ripped away at her robes. By now she was naked with nothing left but her socks and sandals, the man was dirty and rugged he hadn't showered in days or shaved for that matter he was barbaric and strong. Now was time to quench his needs, the man lowered his trousers and forcibly penetrated the Shogun's daughter. A groan of pleasure and ferocity left his mouth as a whimper of terror left hers; tears trailed down her face as she was powerless to the assault of her captor. Faster and harder the man went as he became more savage, he clenched on her pale beautiful skin as he howled like a wildebeest slapping and groping every part of skin he could manage. What should feel like seconds felt like hours of torture to the royal daughter, and that's when she whimpered the most, the barbaric man had unloaded his demonic seed into her pure body spoiling her cherished temple of a body. He left her wallowing in her own self-pity as she was now tainted by the tall muscular man with widowed black hair.

She had been defeated; no more tears ran out of her eyes, as she cried whatever she had left away. Collapsed she fell asleep from the terror of it all. Hours later the shogun's personal guard found her, horrified they quickly picked her up and sent a small group of men to return her to the Shogun's presence. The others stayed in the area and massacred all the people who bore witness to the rape and had done nothing about it; even if they were innocent they were merciless on their onslaught. It was a massacre blood had been splattered on every surface, bodies had been cold and motionless, limbs had been severed and placed across the land. Back at the kingdom the shogun had been devastated and infuriated by what had happened to his beloved daughter. His actions were clear no one would learn or speak of this to anyone or they shall face the wrath and consequences from the shogun himself. Fast forward a few months, the few months that have been entailed had been a harsh time on her life.

Her perfect life seemed to be ruined by her ignorance, but things had gotten even worse, she was pregnant with the child of her rapist. There was nothing more demeaning and humiliating then to have to bare the tainted child of her attacker, her father had lost all respect and had banished her from his sight she had been disowned by her own father who had cared for her since she was a child. In his eyes now she was a monster and a freak. She was lost in a spiral of depression, it wasn't her decision to be raped she couldn't have fought off such a huge man. Her reputation within the kingdom was smudged her presence wasn't welcomed people strayed from her and whispered to each other as she passed. The worst is when people cursed at her and threw objects varying from fruit to pans. She found herself in the place she expected to visit, the slums of the kingdom in which she had been raped. Memories played back and burned themselves into her brain, every night she cried and contemplated ending her life. The only thing that got her through now was alcohol.

Months passed and it was time for her to give birth, she was assisted by the other women who had raised children in the slums she lived in now. Screams, curses, and tears filled the atmosphere as she pushed the baby through her reproductive organ. And with a final push came Hiroyuki a bloody naked baby attached to her mother still. The elderly women cut the umbilical cord and handed her the young Hiroyuki, but there was no love only hate as he put her through suffering in hell. Instead, the elderly women took care of him as his mother recovered. Three years passed and Hiroyuki was now a healthy four year old boy, but his life was far from what his mother's was when growing up, she neglected him and never even spoke to Hiroyuki. No, Hiroyuki had to learn to survive for himself, he ate bugs and any dead animals he found and used the bathroom in forests and barely showered. A young boy shouldn't be doing any of these things, but the only thing on his mind was why his mother hated him so.

All Hiroyuki ever wanted was affection ad love from his mother, all he got in return was hate and beatings. His mother had become a full on alcoholic getting drunk every second of the day until she couldn't speak a word or even move, all their income went to booze and cigarettes. The two always went to his mother and only ended up back to Hiroyuki in the form of punishment. Throughout his whole adolescence his mother punished him physically him with anything she could grab onto when she was intoxicated be it, belts, sticks, broken glass. However, Hiroyuki took the punishment and stayed quiet the entire time since he knew if he spoke only more pain would come from it. Although, she was violent when she drank Hiroyuki hated when she smoked even more. For when she smoked she used to use Hiroyuki as an ashtray and put out her cigarettes on Hiroyuki's skin. Countless, burn marks could be found on his skin almost like he put them there himself as a design or a tattoo. She absolutely hated Hiroyuki he was the scapegoat and source of her depression and anger, she just wanted him dead.

Hiroyuki always went to bed quietly crying to himself as he knew his mother would never love him, for he was a child who could never be loved. Nine years passed and Hiroyuki was now a teenager and had already gone through puberty, he had begun to develop the traits from each of his parents, he had adopted his widowed black hair from his father, his father's eyes, and his father's body. Everything else he had inherited from his mother, but growing up came with a price, his mother saw her rapist more and more in Hiroyuki with every passing day, she couldn't take it and became more stressed out every day. Eventually, she couldn't take it and Hiroyuki still couldn't figure out why she hated him. That night Hiroyuki's mother had drank herself into a rage and began hitting Hiroyuki in her rage she began spouting out information on the rape and how Hiroyuki had come to be. He had finally pieced everything together and in his own mix of sorrow and rage he lost all self-control and attacked his mother. The scuffle went on for minutes until Hiroyuki came to. He looked down and saw blood on his hands as he located his mother beaten in a corner.

Hiroyuki cried in an attempt to apologize, but as he drew close to her all she would scream was “MONSTER!!!!” or “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER” or “YOUR JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!” Hiroyuki was forced to leave he was evicted from his house. He ran as fast as he could into the forest where he could be alone and cry since no one could hear him, he was familiar with this feeling as he experienced it time and time before it welcomed him. Hiroyuki cried himself to sleep, when he awoke he walked back to his house wondering if his mom would speak to him or just beat him for last night, but he was wrong both answer were incorrect. His mother had killed herself she committed suicide by tying a rope to the fan and kicking the chair below her. She just hung there lifeless, that's when Hiroyuki became unbalanced his mind had warped itself into a devoid mind with nothing but hate, his heart had been destroyed and left behind a boy once riddled with joy and prosperity. Soon after, Hiroyuki left his village and vanished into thin air. From then on he bowed to seek revenge on his village and kill the Shogun who ruined his mother and robbed his childhood.

Where did he go you might ask? Hiroyuki went from town to town becoming a small time thief as he stole food for himself so he could survive; he also killed animals in his spare time as a hobby since he loved the rush of feasting on the weak. Some might say Hiroyuki was tuning into his father all over again. One day Hiroyuki decided to steal from a shady old looking man who had a Samurai Sword in his possession, he knew this old man would be quite wealthy and not as fast as he. But he was wrong upon trying to steal from the old man he was quickly caught and thrown to the ground with a steel blade pointed at his throat. Would his life end there? Luckily for him the Samurai let him go, but took quite an interest in Hiroyuki it was an odd fascination as they had both just met for the first time. The Samurai proposed an offer to Hiroyuki, he would teach him the way of the sword if in return he befriended the old man. Unwillingly Hiroyuki accepted, all he wanted to do was learn how to kill and master a katana.

At first Hiroyuki was rebellious and selfish not wanting to cooperate with the old man, but the old man was as tough and as strict as ever he drove Hiroyuki to insane limits breaking the barrier of a normal teenagers body. But something was odd Hiroyuki could feel it, the old man didn't sit right with him, Hiroyuki simply ignored it and kept going on with his training. Five years had passed and Hiroyuki was now a full-fledged adult and his bond with his Master Ronin had become an actual pupil master relationship for the first time in years Hiroyuki had never felt so close to someone he almost felt human again. Training went on with each passing month as Hiroyuki became stronger, faster, tenacious and his swordsmanship also began to reflect from years of training. Even his Master admitted he would soon not be able to teach him anything. Five years later Hiroyuki was prepared for his final test as he would graduate from his Master's training. Curious to know what his final test was Hiroyuki waited anxiously.

The old man spoke to Hiroyuki and explained to him that he was his son and he was the one who had raped his mother and planted his seed into the Royal Daughter. He went on saying how he had never expected for her to give birth to a male child that would look exactly like him in most aspects. And, he finished by saying after he raped her he left to become a Samurai eventually leaving after becoming a Legendary Samurai and becoming a Ronin and Hiroyuki's final test was to kill him to relieve him of his sins. The hatred breed deep inside Hiroyuki and manifested into a pit of darkness he had felt betrayed and used, Hiroyuki had only caught in his mind that this man before him was his mother's rapist the rest of what he spoke hadn't phased Hiroyuki, no all he wanted was revenge it became apparent to him that he would never be loved by anyone and the only release is death.

Hiroyuki drew his blade as well as his father he stared him down one last time before he let out all his hate and rage. It was just as his master said his skills would be no match for a younger stronger and brighter student than his own son. Quickly overpowered Hiroyuki disarmed his father and impaled him with his own blade. Hiroyuki came to and he watched as his blade had sunken deep into his father, but his father simply smiled and held Hiroyuki close to him as he whispered his ear “Thank you” before passing on. Hiroyuki had been rushed with memories as he dropped to his knees crying like the time after he was banished by his mother but he wasn't crying he was in fact laughing as he clawed at his face while the blood washed down his robes. Hiroyuki was nothing more than a soul of hatred bound to this plain of existence.

But his path of retribution was not over yet, Hiroyuki returned to the village where he was raised and where his father raped his mother, but nor to visit her burial, but something more disturbed. Hiroyuki was there to kill the Shogun and all of his men. There was something different about Hiroyuki now, he had adopted a white skull mask and a white robe he was the embodiment of death. Hiroyuki began his onslaught by targeting each individual Dojo and cutting down everyone who opposed him, it was an unforgettable sight with each Dojo came more bloodshed and more mutilated bodies, by now Hiroyuki's robe had been stained blood red, but he had only just begun. Making his way through the Dojo's he confronted the Shogun's guard and defeated each and every one of his personal guard one by one. By now the Shogun was terrified and had locked himself in his quarters only guided by the screams outside his office, but everything fell silent.

That's when Hiroyuki made his appearance in front of the Shogun; his walk was slow and casual as his blade dripped blood as he drew closer. The Shogun had been frozen stone by his fear all he could do was gasp and try to put together a sentence. Hiroyuki pointed his sword straight at the Shogun, all he could say was “Who....are...you....?!” Hiroyuki removed his mask with his free hand showing his face, his eyes exploded open, glowing their demonic aura revealing his tortured past. The Shogun realized who he was now and with a deep gasp he screamed “THOSE EYES!! YOU’RE A MONSTER!!!” and with that Hiroyuki glared at the Shogun with his glowing eyes before cutting him down in one swift movement. Hiroyuki dropped his blade and walked over the dead Shogun's body he looked at the Shogun's sword mounted on its case and Hiroyuki took it as his trophy the sword had been crafted out of obsidian and had a lotus as the guard, when Hiroyuki unsheathed the blade he looked at the steel, but the steel quickly turned dark purple as his tainted soul had marked the sword as his.

Seven years has passed and Hiroyuki has strengthened his skill as he collects more knowledge of the lethal art of the Samurai by challenging other Dojo's until he can be one day called a Legendary Samurai. Hiroyuki's robe is now tattered black and he has adopted chains around his waist as a new weapon and to symbolize his imprisonment in the world. [/spoiler]
Theme Song:
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Weapons/Items:
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Kuroshikon (Black Fang)
Description:
This sword possesses a unique ability that mimics a defense mechanism of the human body. The sword is able to replicate the ability of ossification, which is the body’s ability to calcify soft tissue, muscle, tendon and ligaments. This unique ability has been transferred into the sword that Hiroyuki now possess. When the sword makes contact with the skin the immediate area of the cut is inflicted with ossification causing the area to calcify and 'freeze up' or 'stiffen' making the part inflicted unable to move freely. A flurry of slashes depending on the location of the hits could completely paralyze the victim into a stone statue that is well, still alive. The hits must hit in the same spot to cause overlapping damage. Hiroyuki’s Nin/Kenjutsu cannot be used with this sword.
1 hit = Calcified skin
2 hits = Calcified tendon
3 hits = Calcified Muscle
4 hits = Calcified Ligaments
10 hits = Completely calcified limb/area.
Appearance: [Spoiler][/spoiler]

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Name of Weapon or Item:
Shinkutsuki (Crimson Moon)
Description:
This blade is the twin of Black Fang which completes the set. This sword has the unique ability to completely eradicate or shatter the calcified area of which the Black fang has already created. Once the limb or area that the black fang has struck and had hardened to its final stage, a strike delivered from the Crimson moon, will shatter the calcified and leave different wounds depending on the spot hit. If the calcified spot was simply skin, the skin would grow brittle and crack, if it was a completely calcified limb/spot it would shatter the calcified spot into dust. This would prove rather deadly for the enemy and cause them to seek immediate medical help. If say it was the ribs that were affected and then struck, the ribs inside would shatter causing intense pain and trauma. Only the Crimson Moon can shatter bone, otherwise the ability is null by other means. Hiroyuki’s Nin/Kenjutsu cannot be used with this sword.
Appearance: [Spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Name of Weapon or Item:
Murasaki no Shi (Purple Death)
Description:
This Katana is Hiroyuki's primary and most used weapon. The name of his weapon is “Purple Death” because of its unique appearance. The hilt of his sword is jet black obsidian with a smooth texture to anyone who touches the blade's handle. The hilt is wrapped around with a purple cloth protecting the obsidian handle. The guard of his blade is a purple lotus flower surrounded by a black box. The blade itself is the most visually striking, the blade is blackened to a deep purple, even in the midday sun. The height of the blade is tailored to his height for a perfectly structured blade. This is always sheathed and is the only blade able to coincide with his jutsu. However his jutsu cannot stack with each other.
Appearance: (Closest thing to the description) [Spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Kekkei Genkai:

Name of Kekkei Genkai: Zen Mastery
Clan: N/A
Description:
This is a very rare but powerful Kekkei Genkai that spawns from the Samurai’s beliefs in Shintoism and Zen/Buddhist meditation. Through meditation and the belief of rebirth and reincarnation the user has honed natural chakra and own human body. The user’s specialization of the human body applies to his body utilizing his master cell or stem cells which are unspecialized cells that are characteristically of the same family type. They retain the ability to divide throughout life and give rise to cells that can become highly specialized and take the place of cells that die or are lost. Stem cells contribute to the body's ability to renew and repair its tissues. Unlike mature cells, which are permanently committed to their fate, stem cells can both renew themselves as well as create new cells of whatever tissue they belong to (and other tissues). Thus allowing the stem cells to duplicate his normal cells, essentially keeping his body at physical peak, and eternally youthful. (This does not mean he can't die from a simple stab to the chest or a poison this just mean his body doesn't age)
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Jutsu:


The Seven Virtues of the Samurai

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[color="#000000"]【Full Name】[/color]
[color="Silver"]Shikata Nara[/color]
[color="#000000"]【Alias】[/color]
[color="Silver"]Niggara[/color]
[color="#000000"]【Gender】[/color]
[color="Silver"]Male[/color]
[color="#000000"]【Age】[/color]
[color="Silver"]27[/color]
[color="#000000"]【Sexuality】[/color]
[color="Silver"]Hetero[/color]
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[color="Silver"]Taka[/color]
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[color="Silver"]The thing about Shikata is he is quite unusually laid back. There are three major characters that can describe Shikata. A genius, laid back, and rather cripplingly lazy, especially when he is around his team. Since he was very young Shikata has always been quite lethargic, always one to jump the gun and show great interest in a subject. However he often put all his effort into the beginning that he would causally slow his progress from his lackadaisical ways. Hell if it weren't for the other two Shikata would probably be somewhere hustling people out of their money by defeating them in Shogi. Shikata has a strong belief in honor and companionship always putting his life on the line for his comrades. Shikata is a natural born leader allowing for him to know when he and his immediate crew are in a pinch, the weight of the decisions he must make have caused Shikata to mature rapidly. From these traits, Shikata is able to easily focus on all data acquired to quickly and effectively analyze the situation to discern how an opponent's techniques works, devise counters, anticipate enemy actions, and quickly form effective plans. Despite all of that Shikata does have a devious side always butting heads with Chomai on occasion to get a rise out of Chomai.

Chōmai Akimichi is Shikata's best friend. He respects and trusts him. He said that if he had to fight Chōji in the Chūnin Exams he would give up. Shikata also appears to be honorable enough to refuse taking credit that is due to others. Above his ninjutsu skills, Shikata was even more renowned for his intellect. He had carried on his family's tradition of keeping a medical encyclopedia filled with various information, such as remedies for the Three Colored Pills of the Akimichi clan. Shikata is shown to be a shrewd tactician and strategist, able to quickly and calmly analyze a great deal of information, anticipate actions and use it to quickly formulate or reformulate highly effective plans. Taking advantage of his normally calm nature, Shikata rarely loses his composure, able to make accurate choices during intense moments. He is highly aware of his surroundings and able to see through most deceptions. His intelligence is also highly adaptable (having an IQ above 200), regularly using it to out-think his opponents, even manipulate them into a pre-set trap with various misdirections. Shikata is very resourceful, able to use the most random of tools to his advantage. His analysis doubles as a way for him to avoid a fight, or at least minimize injuries for himself or his allies.

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[color="Silver"]Genius level intellect
Master Strategist
Perfect Chakra Control
Near Perfect Teamwork and Synchronization with her teammates
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[color="#000000"]【History】[/color]
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Inoni, Shikata and Chomai; never has there been a closer group of friends. Shikata, growing up, considered the two her real family and they acted like it. They told each other anything and didn’t let anyone come near a single member of their perfect exclusive group. Throughout the academy Inoni Shikata and Chomai helped each other through each of their tougher moments. For Inoni the two boys helped her handle bullies, they were much stronger than her at the time and they protected her like a little sister. For Shikata it was his laziness, Inoni and Chomai had to practically force the boy to do half the work he was supposed to. Then there was Chomai, he was stubborn beyond belief. If he thought the sky was purple almost no one could change his mind. That’s where Inoni and Shikata came in, they helped him grow his horizons and accept more things. Together they grew and eventually, together they graduated.

Their synergy was obvious any they were immediately placed on the same team, Team 2. They had a rather ingenious sensei, though it was soon proven that although he was lazy Shikata was the smartest young man any of them knew, it was looking like he would turn out the smartest in Konoha. It was around their first B-Ranked mission that their synergy grew to new heights. In a last ditch effort and a near death experience while facing a mad man with a scythe and a puppet master, Shikata pulled out a formation for the three to use. The Ino-Shika-Cho. This technique allowed them to be very flexible and all fight at their maximum potential. They immediately, upon success and apprehension of the criminals, became infamous for the formation and soon enough, they found themselves in the Chuunin Exams.

The first portion of the exams took place in the tundra of Hyougakure it was the survival portion. Shikata used Chomai’s Expansion Jutsu to keep Inoni warm as she used the body of a vulture they had found to scout for the scroll they needed. Using this technique they finished within twelve hours and made it into the preliminaries. The preliminaries would obviously be much more difficult, Chomai was off against an Inuzuka member. Shikata, an Aburame and Inoni, finally, was against a very strong member of the Uchiha clan. Chomai’s match was first up and he was at an early disadvantage. The Inuzuka clan member outnumbered him and had much more speed. However the fight was over within two minutes. The Inuzuka attacked with a Fang over Fang technique. Chomai took this opportunity to side step the ninken and use his Expansion Jutsu to simply slam the Inuzuka directly into the ground. He won by knockout. Next was Inoni, she was also at an early disadvantage and her fight lasted about five minutes. She had some Ninja Wolfsbane with her and she managed to secrete some of the poison onto her fist. Luckily, while she was not very Taijutsu centered she was able to land a Mind Body Switch technique. At which point she, in the Uchiha girl’s body, ran over to her own body and jumped into the air. This allowed for Inoni to have one shot, one good chance and she landed it, she hit her square in the jaw and took the Uchiha aback. While the punch alone was not enough to win the small amount of Poison took her out shortly afterwards. Lastly was Shikata, his fight lasted ten minutes. He also used his advantages against the Aburame to his advantage, however it was not Jutsu that won his fight, it was his thinking. He used the shadow the bugs created while they ran at him to trap the Aburame in a Shadow Possession Jutsu. Within seconds the young Aburame had a kunai at his own neck and lost by surrender. The team had made it to the finals.

Each member of their team completed the exams with amazing scores, Shikata scoring two points from perfect only because he was too ‘lazy.’ They became the first full Chuunin team in Konoha for their age group and they spared no time. Within three years the team had each been promoted to Jōnin. Shikata and Chomai had become strong enough to take on S rank missions by themselves at this point, Shikata was much better with stealth but Chomai could have taken on an army with his Super Expansion Jutsu. But the team stuck together. However, tragedy was just around the corner. Qui Languidis. Two words Inoni will never forget. She awoke in a burning building choking on the fumes of her house being burnt to the ground. She was paralyzed and had no clue what to do. It wasn't until Chomai and Shikata burst into her house and dragged her out that she was able to help them escape and leave their home behind. Konohagakure has since become hostile territory so to cope with the times the Ino-Shika-Cho trio became a group of mercenaries dubbed "Taka." Ever since Inoni has looked for somewhere for the three to settle once again, she just hasn't found it. [/color]

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[color="#000000"]【Weapons/Tools】[/color]
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Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item:
Ama no Murakumo (The Gathering Clouds of Heaven")


Description:

The sword doesn't have many interesting properties, in fact the sword is basically a regular sword that allows supplementary abilities to Shikata. The main ability for this sword is that in which it is closest to animal hibernation and photosynthesis in plants. The sword itself is a regular katana with the special ability to absorb any and all light. When activated the blade acts like a plant when gathering sunlight to convert to food. While it is exposed to sunlight the sword begins to gain a faint goldish glow. If one looks closely or has the eyes of an uchiha, they can see small light particles being attracted to the sword. Instead of turning the sunlight into a nutrient it maintains it like a bear eating for hibernation. The light remains within the blade trapped forever until the sword reactivates like the end of winter. Upon being fully charged the sword can act in multiple ways. The main purpose is creating an artificial sun from the gathered sunlight.

This artificial sun shines brightly and burns as a normal sun would, but is the size of a soccer ball. This sun is used for offensive capabilities and allowing for more shadows to be formed through the sunlight. Secondly the sword can be heated to extreme heats depending on how much heat has been accumulated, the blade can turn hot enough to cut through the hardest surfaces and most metals. Finally the sword can act as a gunblade and condense the light into small balls of energy and shoot off the blade as if it were a gun. Besides it's offensive capabilities it has one more use, it can absorb and light any source of light. Meaning he can take the light away from a light bulb and transfer it to a lamp post outside.

Appearance:
See Main Appearance[/color]

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[color="#000000"]【Kekkei Genkai】[/color]
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[color="#000000"]【Canon Jutsu】[/color]

Formation Ino-Shika-Chō
Shadow Gathering Technique
Shadow Imitation Shuriken Technique
Shadow Imitation Technique
Shadow Sewing Technique
Shadow Neck Binding Technique

[color="#000000"]【Custom Jutsu】[/color]

[color="Silver"]Name of Technique:Kage Hashiru (Shadow Runner)
Type of Jutsu:Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range:10 Feet
Nature Type: None
Handseals: N/A

Description:
As the name implies the user becomes one with the shadows and can run with them. Shikata utilizes the Nara's ninjutsu to fuse his body with the shadows allowing him to teleport from shadow to shadow or meld into his own shadow to form a large pool or meld into other shadows around him to cloak his presence or hide from an oncoming enemy. He can also teleport to an allies shadow if need be.

Weakness:

Cannot teleport to opponent's shadow. 5 second cooldown.[/color]

[color="Silver"]Name of Technique: Kage Bunshin
Type of Jutsu:Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: Varying
Nature Type: None
Handseals: N/A

Description:
Shikata's Kage Bunshin is very different than the kage bunshin taugh tby the academy. With this jutsu Shikata doesn't make a clone of himself, but instead he literally takes his own shadow and creates a perfect clone of himself only in a darker translucent form. There are several abilities that come along with this clone. Unlike a regular clone it doesn't use chakra or vanish upon enough impact for it is a quite literal clone and nothing but shadows. First of all the clone can act as a portal, meaning that Shikata can jump to his own shadow or switch places with his clone. Also, the clone can act as a portal for enemy jutsu allowing it to redirect the direction of the ability. Secondly the clone can mimic Shikata's weapons. If Shikata were to throw his shuriken his clone would create shadow shuriken that could cut as a regular shuriken could. This is especially effective if Shikata wants his shuriken to bisect or run parallel towards the enemy or target. The final ability is a detonation ability, when the target is close enough to the clone Shikata can detonate the clone and cause minimal physical damage to the target, but more importantly slow their movements by obscuring their movement with the lingering shadow.

Weakness:
Overwhelming light. Redirecting a jutsu had a 10 minute cooldown. The slow only lasts 10 seconds.[/color]

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