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Ichimi ichizoku

木の葉は落ちるしかないでしょうか
Is a leaf’s only purpose to fall?
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▸ Name:

Ichimi ichizoku

▸ Village of Residence:

Wandering Clan

▸ Origins:

Mount Jofuku 徐福山

▸ Clan compound:

The Air Nomads of Konoha first made their residential stay in the Jofuku Forest, Gradual Good Fortune Forest, or lost forest. Venturing further into the forest led to the discovery of Mount Jofuku, the perfect place to create their settlement. At top the highest point of the mountain or the peak, the air nomads constructed the one and only monastery in which the monks would live, train, and work.

ｘ The Monastery

Leading from the forest to the entrance of the spiraling monastery is a cascade of steps required to climb for those unskilled in the use of Futon. The thousands of steps needed to be scaled to reach the monastery is to hone the ninja of body and mind to encapsulate the endurance and grit needed to ascend to the higher plane. The monastery is the home and hearth of the Monks lifeblood. Within it compounds it houses most of everything the monks could need. Comprised of a medical ward, a mess hall, and a place for meditation, and sleeping quarters for every monk. Any amenities necessary to house the hundreds of monks who live there, is contained within the monastery.

While it is a singular monastery, other buildings had been erected still attached to the main monastery, simply raising the height and architecture; connected walkways and paths supplement the separation. Beyond that, there are two key components that allow for the Monastery to stand out as a Wind based clan. The Monastery is courted and filled with dozens of pipe and tubes that range from small to massively large to encompass the passing winds through the tubes. The wind that moves through these tubes create a large harmonizing sonnet of sound that fills the compound. It can also be used as a security system to alarm the monks of any foreign invasion within the forest. The leaves and the wind are homogeneous constructs of nature. The falling leaves and wind that passes through them allow the Monks to sense any happenings within the forest.

The tubes can also carry messages through sound and transport them to the necessary individuals or quarters that are in adherence to the dictation. Lastly, there is one massive brick door at the back of the monastery with no handle or visible cracks. There is simply a singular lock on the center of the door, a large circular sphere to imitate the sun and the spirit of Asura, while three clouds move clockwise in rotation around the sun. The Clouds have a porous entrance in order to allow wind to pass through, the exact amount of wind and pressure must be applied by three monks in order to unlock the door and have it rise leading to the infamous Library.

ｘ The Library

Once the lock has been open one is greeted by a spiral staircase that leads to a flat base with simply a lever attached to the siding illuminated by a single torch at the top and bottom of the stair case. Upon opening the moon door, the opposite of the sun at the lock, the sliding door opens revealing the hollowed out mountain the monks had been excavating since ushering their settlement. An entire library filled with cases of scrolls lined the hollowed out mountain but inversed to the world. Utilizing the ability to manipulate and completely master wind, the Hikki (Temple Monks) would need to fly down to the inverse library to conduct their research and recorded history, thus making the knowledge of the world difficult to traverse for any foreign invaders. Another anomaly to the library was the ability for the scrolls to fly and move themselves to change the order of their information with every update to the shinobi world. The most prized and taboo scrolls are locked away in a constant rotating wind prison guarded by a specialized wind summon unknown to most.

ｘ Trial of Wind

With the two main elements of the compound introduced there are two remaining components that complement the compound. The Trial of wind encompasses the beliefs of the peaceful monk and the properties of wind itself. Being very peaceful and poetic in their beliefs, mastering wind requires training focuses on avoiding resistance. As the gatekeepers of wind and one of 4 pivotal natural energies of the world, monks must move like the wind, they need to be evasive, since monk philosophy tends to avoid conflict or violence. However, with the rising period of Sengoku Jidai the separation of temple and warrior monk has been created to bypass avoiding conflict in order to protect the clan’s longevity. The first trial of the wind focuses on embodying the properties of a leaf and experience the bond between leaf and wind. The trial makes up three separate grounds to house the examinations outside of the monastery.

• Trial of the Leaf: As wind release in the Ichimi clan is regarded as a highly defensive discipline, it is essential to build up the instinct to avoid and evade conflict as well as to follow the path of least resistance. To do this, gates are used. Futon is used to set the gates in motion, either by a master or by a fellow pupil who has completed the exercise. The goal of the exercise is to maneuver through the gates without touching them; the pupil is required to learn to switch directions at a moment's notice in order to get to the other side. Forcing one's way through the panels will result in them hitting the pupil while they attempt to traverse it. Mastering the fluidity of a leaf is essential in this exercise.
• Trial of Terrain: As Ichimi monks move like the wind, they need to be evasive, since monk philosophy tends to avoid conflict or violence. To achieve this, an obstacle course is used to develop a shinobi’s evasive capabilities, consisting of suspended sand bags to avoid, a rope to cross, several balancing posts to navigate, and finally a large rock wall to climb.
• Trial of Meditation: Wind/Air is the element of freedom; therefore, it is necessary for anyone who wishes to master it to get into a mindset of freedom. Meditation is meant to help the pupil allow his or her spirit to wander, like the air. It is supposed to be simple, with no chance of doing anything wrong. Breathing techniques teaches the pupil to keep warmth and to gain proper breath control.
  
  Upon clearing these trials one becomes a full fledge Warrior monk and Shinobi of the Ichimi Clan, however one will not be dubbed Master of Wind or next Clan head until complete mastery and control has been obtained, even after that one must successfully create their own customary techniques to achieve Grandmaster rank and add to the jutsu passed down from generation to generation.

ｘ Garden of Asura

Lastly is the Garden of Asura, the final piece to the puzzle. On the opposite edge of temple is a hanging the garden filled with overgrowth and vegetation as far as the eye could see. Gardening teaches responsibility and growth to monks over time. Each monk is assigned a plant to nurture and oversee parallel growth to the monk as they complete the transition into either Temple monk or Warrior Monk. Not only does this act as a secondary trial, but the garden serves as the primary area used to cultivate the famous Jofuku Flower used for medical practices and knowledge. Multiple other plants with healing properties are grown within the garden and helps serve at advancing the use of medical ninjutsu among Hikki (Temple Monks).

▸ Clan specialties:

ｘ Zen Mastery: Able to focus mind, body, and spirit. Essential for regulating the body during periods of duress and/or Genjutsu.
ｘ Powerful Fūton Users, Guardians of the Nature.
ｘ Medical Ninjutsu/Botany
ｘ Recorded History

▸ Clan weaknesses:

ｘ Weaker Proficiency in other Chakra Natures
ｘ Weak and Highly Susceptible to Katon.
ｘ Weak military force
ｘ Number of Sōhei (Warrior Monks)

▸ Total member approximation:

100 clansmen.

▸ Civilian member approximation:

75 civilians.

▸ Shinobi member approximation:

25 shinobi.

▸ Clan leader:

Rohan Ichimi.

▸ Clanmembers of importance:

ｘ Arch Monk Sengchou
ｘ Windseeker Rohan Ichimi
ｘ Kazuma Ichimi
ｘ N/A

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Biography

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Ｐｒｅ－Ｎｉｎｓｈｕ
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^{Before the creation of Ninshu and the rise of Ninjutsu and other shinobi arts.}

History predating the advent of ninshu is often passed off as a myth, nothing more than the talks of elders drunk off nostalgia. For the Ichimi clan there was no other way of life that the path of the monk. The first days of men before ninshu for this particular sect was led by a young and compelling man named Rohan. Seeing all the poverty in the world and how people managed to remain happy with what they owned and have such discipline inspired the young boy. If he could achieve Zen mastery while spreading his knowledge all while creating a stable living environment for these people, his life would be complete. And so began the culmination of members into his group and the development of a small congregation that followed their charismatic leader. The development of Zen and the practice of religious asceticism bore fruit, the only thing missing was a monastic living situation for the rising clan to practice and devote their lives to becoming monks. The very definition of wanders, the monks looked for refugee.

This was their first encounter with one of the two son of the great Sage, Asura. During his mission to the village decreed by his father, Rohan and his clan had come across the young carefree and loving child. Keeping Asura and Taizo Company, they discovered the mysteriously thriving village that housed an enormous God Tree. Aiding in the digging of a new water source for the villagers sick from the God Tree’s Saplings, Rohan became obsessed with the virility and candor of the son of the sage. The amount of kindness that overflowed out of the boy and his sheer willingness to work for a better future for a people he barely knew inspired Rohan even more. The young windseeker in addition to the villagers were taught a miniscule amount of ninshu to aid their efforts. This was when Rohan first fell the chakra network in his body come to life. The fire that ignited in his body felt like a warm lush wave of natural energy that fueled his body, made him feel alive. Of course this planted the seed that would give way to his bloodline technique once the Age of Ninshu would be introduced. For now, Rohan took this sign of good will as a testament to all he had accomplished for his people and an act of Karma.

Agreeing with his platform and firmly believing in the pure hearted actions of Asura, they took their stance in supporting his claim for the rightful heir to the throne. This was only strengthen after hearing the atrocities committed by his brother Indra. Only forgiveness and meditation coupled with prayer, could the hope of repentance and clarity for Indra.

Ａｇｅ ｏｆ Ｎｉｎｓｈｕ
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^{The period of time where the Rikudō no Shinsen introduced Ninshu to the world.}

The news spread quickly of the death and passing of Hagoromo, but where one life ended another began. The birth of Ninshu in all the lands was passed down to the sole responsibility of his son Asura. Despite their best efforts to stay neutral and a peaceful people, the Ichimi clan learned of the news and were elated their proverbial leader was chosen as the next Sage. The roots of dissent could be felt by Rohan however, knowing these turn of events would lead to the curse of hatred being born into his brother Indra. For now, it was first learning about the gift he received back before during the God Tree. Rohan was much older now and quite a bit wiser, when Asura first began his plight he found the nomadic monk people and shared with them his greatest gift. Their bond was quite strong and instead of a deity he was seen as the pillar of the world, a man that would only be born once every so often, a star in his own right. Rohan took the teachings and integreation of all things Ninshu with open arms, his clan was also quite thankful for this joyous occasion.

With a new found way of seeing the world the monks and Rohan began to meditate and learn to control their gift sent from Asura. Pledging themselves to his teachings as well they decided to carry on his knowledge and become more in tune with the knowledge of the world, just as he did while he set out to spread Ninshu to the rest of the world. Putting themselves in charge and sole proprietors of history they decided to follow in his path as lore keepers or librarians. This would only run its course after they unlocked their hidden potential. After hearing of the great clans such as the Uchiha who guarded fire and the Senju who guarded earth, Rohan was left wondering if they were destined for greatness. Indeed they were, finally during a training session Rohan was first to discover the ability to use wind chakra and create burst of wind from his hands. Relishing in his celebration the other monks work just as arduously to unlock their abilities. This was the next sign on their path of fate, the sage had entrusted the peaceful and prodigious monks to be the guardians of wind. This only left water to be found.

During this time, the clan was large enough and trained well enough to settle down and build up their library, over the next few years they managed to settle down in the Jofuku forest and make their home in the first monastery of the ninja world a top the highest mountain located within the forest. There they practiced and honed their skills, during this time Rohan unlocked his Kekkei Genkai, which made the other more resolute in choosing him as their leader and great successor to their clan. With tensions rising and the dawn of war looming over them, Rohan thought it was wise to establish a two caste system of equal worth within his clan. First there would be the Sōhei (Warrior Monks) who adhered more to the practices of the Shinobi and were less lenient in their appearance and more accosted to fighting out of self-defense and preservation than for the sake of fighting. The Hikki (Temple Monks) would be in charge of medical ninjutsu and being the scribes of the world.

Towards the end of the Age of Ninshu were Sengoku Jidai had a death grip on the future, needless wanton battle was left of the vernacular of the peaceful monks. Instead Rohan sent one monk from the Hikki to travel across every known village and clan to acquire knowledge and record their history with the rise of ninshu while supplementing their work by teaching each clan the basics of medical ninjutsu in order to quell the amount of death and loss. The monks however were unable to take sides or give one clan more knowledge than the others. Their sole purpose was to act as a pillar of neutrality and educate the world while educating themselves. Rohan and the rest of the Sōhei practiced relentlessy until they became honed warriors, very small in numbers only meant they were more specialized and proficient in becoming the shield and sword for their clan. Battle was on the Horizon and Rohan knew what was to come, one good man is worth a thousand soldiers.

Ｓｅｎｇｏｋｕ Ｊｉｄａｉ
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^{Warring Clan Period}

Unable to watch the world around him burn to the ground and the loss of innocent life succumb to the avarice of man and the evils that came with it, Kazuma took matters into his own hands as his father before him instructed him to. Many attempted to walk into the mysterious Jofuku forest in hopes of good fortune as the name suggests, but quickly through word of mouth issued that the forest was haunted. Hoping to utilize other forms of effective neutralization before combat became an option. The monks used wind to scare off intruders and were heavily effective in tracking who and what came into the forest by using the leaves that fell from the trees through the means of wind. When smoke and mirrors wasn’t enough and clans began to climb the thousands of step in order to reach the monastery, combat was the only option left. Death, death was inevitable in a time of strife and war. Kazuma knew he would have to repent for taking another’s life, but that was survival. The Sōhei descended from the mountaintop like a large clouds and quickly eradicated the ninja who threatened their land. Highly condensed bladed weapons seemed to do the job quickest. There was no pride in taking hostages as they were firm believers in abstaining from torture.

As the reputation of the forest grew and clans grew less bold on entering and sieging the monastery, Kazuma couldn’t help but feel compelled to offer his services to the world. What Would Asura Do? Of course he would help and put others before him. Like he ordered with the Hikki he did so with the Sōhei, he took a four man cell while the rest stayed behind and led the highly trained group to the outside world. The annexation and abuse of smaller clans could be felt and seen all around the young Wind Seeker which made his heart ache. Silencing their movements and moving nimbly like the wind the group of subterfuge worked its way through enemy forces like a passing wind. Before they could tell what was happening, life was sapped from their eyes. Rohan sent any refugees or wounded to the monastery in order to have some protection. This was the period in which he experienced another prominent clan, one who seemed to feed off of fear and sorrow, under the moniker and ‘diety’ known as Indra, the Sābanto. The two clans met on several occasions, but Kazuma mostly aiming to remain under the veil of secrecy and remain hidden to the other clans.

Much to his dismay he could feel the fruition of what could be a long standing rivalry between the two. It was clear Asura had been taken with the Ichimi and Indra with the Sābanto. So why did Asura give them such power? The question was rhetorical as Kazuma already knew the answer. Unscheduled fated meetings between the two died down once an opposing clan has executed their leader. There was no place for Kazuma in this quest for revenge spurred on by the Sābanto nor an alliance with the rivaling clan. The Ichimi simply returned back to the Monastery and continued their relief and recovery work for the time being. The birth of peace couldn’t come fast enough, but Kazuma needed to become the next pillar of the world if he wanted to see peace among all clans, how to accomplish that? He didn’t quite know.

CANCELLED.

Location: Damian's Mansion: Front Entrance
Interacting with: @Fabricant451

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Ximena Garcia of the House Thot, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Five Boroughs and All the Men, Khaleesi of the Great Beverly Hills, Breaker of Hearts, and Mother of Fuckers. She was on the one true heir to the throne of Beverly Hills High and that meant she needed to watch over the realm of her seven kingdoms. It was more like four kingdoms, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, and of course Twitter. She was untouched in that social media platform, but there was one queen vying for the spot of Snapchat ruler. That was fine, she needed friends in high places to rule the high school with an iron fist. Ximena had been relaxing as she was soaking in a layer of foam and bubbles that kissed her radiant skin, her bathtub was modeled after a stiletto high heel. The water moved gracefully with her bodies every whim as she thumbed through her phone, notifications upon notifications drummed through her screen like a rave show. Normally she would role her eyes and clear all the notifications, but one stuck out to her the most. It was the invitation to the one and only Beverly Hills High School New Year’s event. Of course she could have been to several celebrity parties, but why pass up and opportunity with the elite and the one family who seemed to have more riches in supply than she did, Damian O’ Connor.

Her Machiavellian mind began to work its gears, all the cogs in her mental palace working cohesively. Her foot engaged the emptying of her bath water, which some men would pay to drink. In any case it was time for her to get ready, of course she was going to be fashionably late, but who wouldn’t if they were her. Her hands flung the double doors open to show her massive walk in closet littered with clothes she’s either worn once or not at all. “What to wear, que quiero poner?” She needed to look fierce, establish her dominance and make her presence known. Like Moses parting the red sea, the hangers and sea of clothes split open to reveal one Illustrious black dress. Her eyes lit up and then the smile curled on her lips like the Grinch whole stole Christmas, except she would steal the spotlight tonight. Dropping her towel she did what all girl did before slipping on their clothes for the evening, moisturize and make up. She sat down at her little make up studio and turned on the fluorescent lights to capture her blemish free skin. It was time to shapeshift in order to steal the hearts of men…and their wallets, Don’t tell the Church. Usually she had people to transform her, but this time she felt like taking matter into her own hands. Her makeup was looking fierce.

The next was easy, her hair cooperated her naturally which eluded most females. She slipped on her matching black lingerie, prepared for any business or pleasure that would go on tonight. Next was her dress that fit like a glove. Sliding one of her dresser drawers open revealed the shimmering glimmer of dozens of diamonds on what appeared to be rows of jewelry to match each occasion. She only needed some elegant earrings to match the diamonds radiating off her neck, giving her a slight tan from the radiation, or so she thought. Her hand disappearing into the cloud of crystals, pulled out two hooped earrings riddled with diamonds. She put on matching heels and kissed the mirror with the remainder of her lipstick before walking off into the night. “That reminds me, I have to let todo a mis amores y enemigos donde voy a estar” her trigger finger turned to twitter fingers as birds chirped all over the Californian landmass. Whether the hosts wanted this kind of attention was unbeknownst to them anyways. Again normally XiXi would have a chauffeur to drive her anywhere but she was a big girl and wanted to show up in fashion. On her way to her garage she grabbed the last of her necessities in a small clutch bag, she didn’t really need much anyways.

Opening the garage door switched on the lights of the pearl white dome of grace, the light reflected off the shiny surfaces to reveal several supercars, but her favorite in the middle. Circling in show room fashion, her 2015 Ferrari LaFerrari took center stage. Raising the door up she stepped in and let the engine roar in pure in satisfaction. Everything was a go, the young princess peeled out of her condo and down the street, only to be accompanied by her bodyguards in separate black SUV’s.

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Ximena arrived fashionably late in a line in front of the Mansion, her tweets had worked their magic. Her little birds managed to alert the media and news sources while followed with a small herd of paparazzi camped out outside the mansion where the other high schoolers were making their way in. It wouldn’t take long for the teens outside to take notice, I mean how could they not with shouts for attention and flashing lights. Almost like drones, her body guards excited their vehicles and laid out what seemed to be an actual red carpet. From the side skirt of her car all the way to the mansion door was an unraveled bundle of red. When Ximena made an entrance, she made an entrance. Stepping out of her car she brandished her beautiful dress and adjoining make up for all the pictures to capture. She made her way down the carpet smiling and waving as her seduction carried her to the doors and towards the party. Immediately she felt the electricity emanating from the people within, her classmates and competition all in one spot. Blocking her path in was none other than Shauna, the actress who couldn’t act her way out of a brown paper bag, and with her Owen and Sol. While XiXi knew the two outside through seven degrees of separation, she was more motivated in catching up with her worthy adversary.

Putting some kick into her step she sauntered off towards the doors giving Owen a playful wink and sol a kind yet fake smile and wave, before she caught up to Shauna as she was flagged down by a group of undesirable women. XiXi grabbed her butt while she appeared to her side leaning in, “I didn’t expect to run into you so quickly. I guess they really let anyone into this party.”

CANCELLED.

Ximena Garcia

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<sub>Bodack Yellow



Ximena Garcia</sub>

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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• XiXi
• Princesa
• Slut/Whore/Thot (But that's only because they're jealous)
• Boss Ass Bitch
• Queen of New York (Brooklyn Original)
• Succubus
• Miss Colombia

| | A G E | |

18, August 22 (Leo's are the most fun)

| | G E N D E R | |

Femme Fatale

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Let's Just Say She Drives Stick

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Too Busy Taking Your Man

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Actress/Singer/Monarch (What Can't She Do?)

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

| | R O L E | |

Who All The Guys Love, But Girls Love To Hate (Jock, Gymnastics Captain)

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

It’s hard to be the perfect diva, luckily for Ximena she has the money and influence to supplement her perfect body. This hourglass hottie stands at an average 5’5 which is the only average things about her. Soaking wet (Oooh baby) she’s a buck 15, the perfect balance between anorexic and fat. Now for the main attractions, Ximena doesn’t wear a bra. You might be thinking it’s because she’s a slut, but she has both nipples pierced and doesn’t want to be saddled down by the constructs of man. With her 32C breasts on proud display with her double piercings doesn’t take away from her voluptuous thickness in her booty. Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal her booty has a habit of turning men to stone, where? That’s up to you. Having her own private chef to tend to her TDEE and diet only extenuates the work she puts in with her personal trainer and cheerleading to obtain her ideal body. Aphrodite, eat your heart out.

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Bats Her Eyelashes Incessantly
• Calls People By Pet Names (Honey, Sweety, Hoe)
• Wears Her Thong Strings High
• Likes To Blow Obnoxiously Large Gum Bubbles
• Says "Bye" By Dragging Out the E With A High Pitched Voice (Byyyyeeeee!)
• Talks With Her Face And Hands
• Carves Her Initials With Whoever She's Slept With In The Bathroom Stall With A Heart Around It (Currently At: Who's Counting?)
• Kisses The Mirror After Putting On Lipstick 💋

| | D R E A M S | |

There’s not much left for XiXi to dream for since she already has it all. If there was one thing she could narrow it down to, it would be dying young and being immortalized forever like her idols, Marilyn Monroe and Aubrey Hepburn. A tragic story is always better than a boring one, it’s better to burn out than fade away. Other than that, XiXi would want to get star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and a few more songs in the Billboard top 100.

| | L I K E S | |

• Attention, Obviously
• Seducing
• Doing Her Own Makeup (Contour Pro)
• Putting Girls In Her Burn Book
• Gossping
• Shopping
• Social Media Queen (Follow me on Twitter (Her Throne), Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr)
• All Kinds Of Boys
• Matching Her Nail Polish With Her Lipstick

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Being Challenged/Competition
• Fat, Smelly, Poor People (Ewww)
• Breaking A Nail
• Girls Who Pull Hair In Fights (Hold My Hoop Earrings, Bitch)
• Alpha Females
• Farms
• Anything That's Not Up To The New York Standard
• The Unpopular (Read At 12:01 AM)
• Bad Fashion

| | F E A R S | |

While she might not look like it, every person carries some weight from their past. Two big things stand for the illustrious Ximena; Being Forgotten and the Risk of Failure. While the former has been a self-medicated and habitually self-induced phobia, it controls a main aspect of her life. Having built up her career and reputation at such a young age, the fear of longevity looms over her head. The latter being inflicted into her like a disease by her mother, young XiXi also has an irrational fear of failing. While most teens and even adults have a fear of failure, the burden has been places heavily on her shoulders as her mom is her agent and expects results.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Everyone has a story, it’s just no one wants to tell theirs. Growing up wasn’t the worst for this queen, but every Disney princess has their own adversity to face. We’ll fast-forward a little bit to save us the hassle of learning everything she did as a kid. Growing up Ximena was always supported by her parents to do anything she set her heart on. Her mother was quite the endearing mother, she was the best friend more so than being a parent. They always shared each other’s secrets and went on social outings. While her mother was the more socially dexterous and willing to fight tooth and nail, her father was more reserved and easily gave into his wife’s wishes and demeanor. He was the type to just sit at the table and read the paper while smoking out of his pipe. Any words spoken to him seemed to dance around his ears and fall flat. Inaudible grunts of yes or no was his only form of communication as he couldn’t be assed to express anything else.

Now onto her early days, Ximena was born and bred on the streets of Brooklyn. The constant hustle and bustle was what set her soul ablaze. She was the standard New York Latina, she wore timberland boots, hoop earrings, a gold necklace that said princess, the works. Growing up hood warranted her to act hard and quickly learn how to protect herself from the rest of the pack. With her New York Latina accent and affiliation with the middle school step squad, she was far from desirable. Although being classically beautiful under all that P.S. 41 grim served to her benefit, on a whim a talent scout had burned through the five boroughs in search of some form of talent that wasn’t heavily sedated by thuganomics. When he found Ximena he knew he had found the one. Shortly after some convincing and portrayal of some numbers her mother agreed to let Ximena try hear hand at acting. Commercials led to low budget projects, which then turned into her big break, Disney. Most kids dreams became her sparkling reality, first was a role in a show that went on for seasons, which in turn followed movie deals. No one could turn away from the city girl who glowed up into America’s sweetheart.

With her rise to fame and no access to her funds or mind for such matters her mother became the guardian of her rewards. This was the beginning of the veil of sanity slipping, money and fame does an ugly thing to people who aren’t ready for it. Slowly but surely the disease spread through her mother like wildfire. The once winsome and boisterous mother turned into a monster, one of those helicopter mothers you only see in pageants and competitions. Love lost and disconnected, Ximena felt the venom start to course through her veins, it was like living with a stranger. Her mother constantly berated her and made sure she never failed or else she would face some type of corporeal punishment. While the disease rotted her mother’s mind and soul, Ximena was on the up and up, her voice had been recognized alongside her acting talent. The childhood actor’s rise to stardom shot like a comet and sooner rather than later was she signed to a record deal. The real testament to her fame was when puberty hit, sex sells everyone knows that. Puberty was gracious in touch with Ximena, her baby fat was removed and her jaw became more defined, her body filled nicely in all the right places, she was reborn.

Amidst her new image and having her support system closed off betwixt her cold and calloused father who was all but existent in her life and her toxic mother who saw Ximena as nothing but a paycheck, she turned to rebellion. Like a smooth beat switch, Ximena went from America’s sweethearts to America’s Femme Fatale. It wasn’t only an image to sell to the audience, Ximena needed to get her love and attention elsewhere. Having no father figure readily apparent in her arms only pushed her into the arms of other men. Yet being twice burned allowed for her ghetto side to resurface and protect her from being burned anymore, she became the one to hold all the power, the one to break hearts. To only further her career she was advised to take her career to California more specifically Beverly Hills, the City of Stars. What way to burn brighter than among the best of the best? Ximena threw herself headfirst into the culture and history of Hollywood and all it had to offer. Marilyn Monroe and Aubrey Hepburn skyrocketed up her list of role models, albeit not the best, but she was going down a road there was no coming back from.

Now 18 and branded as an adult, Ximena has started taking back her royalties and power away from her mother only driving her further into her using and abusing behavior. While she’s risen as an icon worldwide and millionaire at such a young age, her mind had begun to betray her. The seeds of doubt and fear of being forgotten slowly started to take root. Pushing it aside most days, our diva lands herself in Beverly Hills High to conquer her next kingdom.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Drama Club
• Fashion Club
• Music Club
• Gymnastics
• (Glory-hole Club)

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Spanish, Home Economics, P.E, Social Science
| W O R S T |
None, Her Fear Of Failure Ensures Her 4.0

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CANCELLED.

@Ejected
Can I just say, you had me at Guwop.

The New Shinigami: A Bleach RP

@Kaesus
Okay so from what I read, your concept and character has interesting idea and dynamic. There are just a few things before it gets fully accepted. First we’d like you to go more in depth with his personality and history, give it some more girth. Secondly; regarding your Shikai, while projectiles are within reason, reishi arrows are in the house of Quincy arts. To circumvent this, the use of real arrows would be preferred. Whether you create a seal to replenish arrows from a pocket dimension or by some other means is up to you. Cheers.

The New Shinigami: A Bleach RP

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弱肉強食

“The weak are meat; the strong eat.”
_{Batta - Chase}
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【Full Name】
Keigan, Kizu

【Alias】
Ryoushi (Hunter)

【Gender】
Male

【Sexuality】
Asexual

【Age】
250

【Age Appearance】
19

【Division】
(Aspiring) 11th Division/Currently 7th

【Rank】
(Aspiring) 3rd Seat/Currently 6th
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【Personality】

Kizu is the textbook definition of a hot head, he possess all the unsavory qualities you want in a person and more. Seeing as he died relatively young he was never able to shed and mature through his teenage delinquency. Most people saw him as a deviant while he saw himself as the anti-hero to his own personal story. His methods might have been questionable and standoffish, but he never succumbed to the forces of evil. Despite his behavior and how bullied other children who were two weak for him to stomach, he always remained deep in his convictions of remaining as the hero, or rather a hero. Besides his feverishly short temper, Kizu is crude, violent, arrogant, and aggressive. Kizu refuses to be helped by anyone, weakness is the one disease he does not want to be plagued by. Most often than not, people see his behavior as an outcry for help, but when they reach of a helping hand he smacks it away leaving himself to deal with his own devices.

His violent and aggressive tendencies lend themselves to his love for battle, all things violent and confrontational he welcomes with open arms. His brutality and bloodthirst are put on poignant display as he seems to get off on battle, riding it like a high as if he were an addict. Battle was all he knew, while he was relatively bright, pursuing knowledge over strength was never a priority in his life. Sculpting his path to infamy with his own hands appealed more than someone telling him what to do. His personality reflects his fighting style: mercilessly assaulting the opponent and having no regard for nearby objects, merely destroying them with his power. Despite this, he's quite talented in fighting, He's also very intelligent, being able to change strategies on that fly and reacting to his environment. Kizu has a superiority complex and wants to be the best fighter. He doesn't like when people look down on him, as if they were superior; thus, it diminishes his already short fuse.

Despite his extreme arrogance, he also thinks of people who are weak as food for the strong. Because of his complex, he's quite anti-social; he seems not to care for much people as he doesn't names or most faces. Beyond that, Kizu also immensely prideful, as he hates the idea of others either helping him or having to rely on others to assist him in battle. Because of his pride, Kizu refuses to work together with others, claiming he can do whatever he's assigned on his own. This volatile cocktail of traits has left him the perfect fit for being a Shinigami and entering the academy on his own accord.

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【History】

Kizu had a pretty average life for the most part, his parents were in the picture and quite endearing with young Kizu, but that never prevented him from becoming such a troublemaker. His father was quite the submissive type never wanting to experience confrontation, despite this he loves his family very much and disapproves of Kizu’s behavior. His mother is similar to Kizu in the way she’s short tempered and aggressive which seems to be the genetic trait Kizu received. However, she is more refined and mature than Kizu is while also disapproving of his behavior. Regardless, Kizu was still the big dog on campus since his earliest years. From as little as elementary school to high school, this budding tough guy was largely a bully that everyone feared and refused to fight. Of course his aggressive and dominant personality attracted other unsavory types. Except for the fact they were more passive and cowards who just seemed to build up Kizu’s actions. While he hated cowards he didn’t’ mind having a hype man at his side.

Eventually Kizu became the unspoken king of high school, it was almost as if people threw roses at his feet, but out of fear instead of admiration. That’s when the start of the end or rather the beginning of the end occurred. One boring and lame day in the streets of Hokkaido led to the sudden inspiration for the next big rush and thrill. Kizu always loved foreign culture especially weapons and games that they did not have in japan. On this particular game Kizu decided to usher in the lethal game of chance from their Russian neighbors, Russian Roulette. While his posse were apprehensive to play at first they were too dumb to realize the extent Kizu was willing to go. The only thing was Kizu managed to get his hands on an actual unlicensed revolver with a bullet to match. Loading up the chamber and spinning the chamber, he cocked the hammer back and turned the safety off. One by one the angsty high school children passed the gun around sheepishly laughing as the chamber click empty.

It was finally Kizu’s turn and he couldn’t have snatched the gun out of his friends hand faster than the actual bullet in the chamber. With no hesitation or sign of sweat running from his head like the rest he yelled and pulled the trigger. His vision went black, he was falling into darkness while watching his death from the eyes of a passing swallow. The gun had gone off as planned and the bullet pierced his temple leaving a cross shaped wound on his temple and a large perforated exit wound on the opposite end. His eyes were lifeless as his body slumped back while the boys exasperated in fear and disbelief. Even in the mayhem and crisis faced by the boys and the life he was leaving behind, Kizu simply just smiled and prided himself as establishing himself as the ultimate badass of the world of the living. Thinking this was his end and there was nothing on the other side, Kizu accepted his fate. However the world was not yet done with him, at least the soul society was not. Waking up to an unfamiliar world, Kizu was left quite confused as to why he was still alive, when he really wasn’t.

Being reborn as a soul he was thrown to the wolves in the furthest reaches of the Rukongai, District 85 (気兵 Spirit Soldier) was his new home. The outskirts seemed to fit him well, he enjoyed the sight of the barbaric society all around him. The sudden change to more radically traditional japan and the violence and greed surged right through him. Before he could throw himself into the fires of discord he would be adopted by a nearby family. Try as they must they attempted to help Kizu as much as they could trying so desperately to integrate him into their family and quell the rising tide of anger and aggression mounting in the young boy. Eventually Kizu decided to leave and separate himself from them all together not wanting anyone’s help but his own. As he progressed through the slums of Rukongai at the world’s twilight he stumbled upon what appeared to be an underground fight club. The sparkle in his eyes were almost akin to the stars igniting the night sky. Doing first thinking later, Kizu jumped head first at the chance to join said fight club. Adamant at first but quick to turn their heads to a quick buck and the chance of an orphan nobody dying, appealed to the ringmasters. This is where Kizu thrived and the beginning of the formation of his reiatsu and reiryoku began to take shape.

Without realizing it himself with every battle and match he was simultaneously training his body to possess higher Reiryoku and strengthen his Reishi. His body was achieving exceptional spiritual energy which was quite prominently on display on the matches he won so easily. Kizu became the undefeated champion of the fight club and no one dared bet against him. However just as sparrows do, they cannot stay in the same place for longer than needed to. Growing tired and bored of the fight club, Kizu took his winnings and left in search of the next big challenge. No one dared stopped him unless they wanted to face his wrath. Walking from the outskirts to the center of Rukongai he noticed the natural progression of higher echelon living, the world slowly started to remind him of home, and a sparrow will tend to visit their nest. The untamed rabid dog made his way to what appeared to be the Shinigami academy who recognized his overflowing spiritual energy. This was enough to grant him access without a few stipulations first, he had to reform some of his behavior to that of when he was in school and clean up regularly as there were no showers from the outskirts he hailed from.

Eventually Kizu worked his way up to a high ranking seated officer, one next in the selection process to join the ranks of future lieutenants and eventually captains. Kizu didn’t care for the money or the perks of being a Shinigami nor was he too excited about using a Zanpakuto rather than his fists, but he became surprisingly comfortable with the blade and eventually began to prefer it. Besides swords could cut and tear while his fists could only do so much. The rest of his adventure awaits as he joins a group of unruly acquaintances, this would be fun.

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【Equipment】
Ginjōtan (銀条反, Stripe of Inverted Silver):
A steel sash worn under armor, its contributing weight makes it harder for the wearer to move fast.
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【Zanjutsu, Reiatsu, and other Talents】
Unremarkable/Average/Impressive/Incredible Reiatsu: Above Average

Zanjutsu Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Adept

Hakuda Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Combatant

Kidō Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Novice

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

For the time being having not discovered his Zanpakutō’s name, Kizu relies on the fighting style he had when he was in the fight club and the world of living, only adapted to use a sword instead. Having two short swords or daggers, frees Kizu up to work in short range and close quarters combat. Having been an expert in close quarters with his fists he excels at this type of combat. He’s both explosive and deceptively fast with his attacks. Having removed thought from his distractions his body acts freely and naturally in the flow of combat not having to worry about thinking twice. Having his body react on his own does not mean it’s not susceptible to harm nor does it make one completely aware to their surroundings. Not having to think about his attacks prevents him from slowing down or weakening them. To make up for his absent thought process regarding his surroundings, his battle genius comes into play, utilizing guerrilla tactics and strategies he’s able to subvert most unsettling outcomes, but not all. To make up for his novice talent in hoho, Kizu uses his Ginjōtan to extenuate and augment his natural speed, removing this will make his speed improve amidst the flow of battle, but weaken his overall defense.

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【Zanpakutō】

Name

Zanpakutō Name:
Hien (Flying Swallow)
Zanpakutō Spirit
Hien
Zanpakutō Personality

Hien is quite the opposite of Kizu, which may be why they work so well together. Hien is an androgynous spirit often times not known whether to be male or female, perhaps Hien is neither at all. For now at least, Kizu likes to see Hien as a female akin to his mother. Hien is a bird of freedom, a spirit that cannot endure captivity. This in turn allows Hien to meld with Kizu’s body and mind as if Hien was copiloting his body. Hien is everything Kizu is not, both elegant and graceful like water flowing through a narrow stream. Hien has almost no threshold for becoming agitated, so Hien is not easily or ever flustered in terms of combat or with Kizu’s raging behavior. Having stolen fire from the gods and having a forked tail as punishment, swallows know better than most how to treat a raging fire.

Like Kizu, Hien likes to fly close to the ground and surface while feasting in flight, they fly close to danger and anything else. Hien is a dignified and courageous woman, facing danger without fear, and confidently confronts any challenge she encounters, especially in regards to fighting someone. Hien takes some pride in her fighting ability, and tells Kizu that she doesn't need a youngster like him to win. Hien is constantly portrayed as a brave woman, being able to bluff against most foes. As the master of Kizu, she skillfully employs harsh and apparently life-threatening training for her keeper, and is severe to Kizu, whose antics she doesn't tolerate during his training. Being the de facto leader of Kizu’s powers, she is an authoritative leader and reminds Kizu that his emotions are secondary to their goal of defeating any worthy adversary and rising to the top of the Gotei 13.

Zanpakutō Inner World
Original Nest
Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance
Twin Zanpakutō
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【Shikai】
Release Command
Tsukinukeru Ametsuchi, Hien! (Pierce Through Heaven and Earth, Flying Swallow!)
Appearance
Shikai
Abilities
Homing Bullets:
The characteristic ability of Hien, and its most dangerous, is its ability to freely control the trajectory of its reishi bullets. Kizu is able to control the bullets with enough precision that he is able to control multiple bullets at once with pinpoint precision. Like a choirmaster controlling an orchestral concert, Kizu can achieve feats which include curving bullets with no apparent lag time, quickly changing the direction of bullets in a U turn fashion, and having them travel through spaces as small as pipes and crevices the size of an average bullet.

Quick Draw:
Much like the cowboys from the American wild west, Kizu has adopted the same ideology behind the quick draw. Cowboys were tested on how fast they could unholster their weapon and shoot first before they ended up dead themselves. Wanting to become the fastest gun in the land of the dead, Kizu has mastered the ability to summon his guns directly to his hands.
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Beverly Hills High │ High School Never Ends

@Dirty Pretty Lies

I think she's perfect, I really love her on the 100.

The New Shinigami: A Bleach RP

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