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PostSubject: Hanpa Reikon   Sun 08 Nov 2009, 1:00 am

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~!*We all have a persona*!~

Name: Hanpa Reikon

Age: 2314

Visual Age: 21

Gender: Female

Division: 9th

Personality: Reikon is sad person in general. She constantly looks as if she is about to cry, which is most likely true. She is very sensitive, making her not very good at taking insults or being teased. This sensitivity has shown Reikon what pain insults and teasing can bring, and so she refuses to partake in any form of it. Hanpa is a caring character, not common amongst her race these days. She takes care of everyone in her ranks like they are her children, but this doesn't mean she spoils them. A strong believer in fair and firm parenting, she would never spoil a single one of the 'children' she had. Reikon has a deep-seeded mistrust of men in general, and will automatically go on defensive when one walks by. She has learned to accept that she has to work with men eventually, and so has taken a new outlook on her leader. Though he is her leader, and much stronger than herself, she still thinks of him like a brother. Reikon is generally pacifistic, and chooses to kill with a single blow rather than drag out a fight. With a love for any and all seafood and ramen, Reikon is often found in town within a gigai she had obtained through her work as a shinigami, snacking at the local bars and restaurants. While she is sensitive and relatively pacifistic, she harbors a need to protect her 'children'. She will attack and kill anyone who attempts to harm one of these people, unless they have it under control. Hanpa fears her zanpakuto and her mask, and prefers not to release her bankai unless she is forced to.

Appearance:

Reikon is pale, beautiful, and depressing. She is almost never smiling, her eyes always looking like they are about to fill with tears. Her eyes themselves are a crimson color, with deep black pupils(duh). Her hair is down to the middle of her back, ebony in color, her bangs hanging around her pale face, framing it. Her face is slightly rounded, her eyes large and her lips thin. She has a cute button nose, and a small chin. Hanpa's teeth are a brilliant white, perfectly aligned, her tongue pink and on the long side. Her neck is slightly longer than average, but this is hardly noticeable. She is tall for her visual age and gender, standing at five foot eight or so. Reikon is more than thin, she is practically a twig. Her muscles are nearly invisible unless she is exerting herself, they are powerful but thin. Like metal chords. Reikon's skin is fair as it is pale, her veins protruding and showing as if her skin were completely invisible. Reikon has an average bust, nothing to brag about but she definitely isn't flat chested. Her legs are smooth and on the long side, her feet small. She always paints both her fingernails and toenails a shade of black. Hanpa's hands are longer, her fingers bony and almost clawlike. Reikon usually wears a red kimono with some form of black flower pattern upon it, carrying her zanpakuto at her waist. The zanpakuto's handle is made of willow wood, wrapped in a scarlet silk to provide a comfortable grip. A brass piece of metal covers the pommel of the handle. The crossguard is in the form of a skull, made of a brass similar to the pommel. The blade is about four feet in length, made of a perfect silver steel without a single scratch or nick in the blade. The sheath is made of the same willow wood as the handle, with kanji for 'the seven seas' burned into the top. All along her arms and stomach are scars from her past life.

~!*That exploits the burdened weight that lay hidden within*!~

Extras, but not mandatory;:

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 112 lbs.

Hair: Ebony in color

Eyes: Crimson in color.

Nicknames: Taichou

Reiatsu Color: Cyan

Reiatsu Power Level: Captain-level

Likes: Seafood, her squad, tea, sleeping

Dislikes: Violence, seeing her squad hurt, sweet foods.

Habits/quirks:
She has a habit of ignoring others when they talk, staring off into space, and getting distracted easily.

~!*Just as time halts to a stand-still*!~


History/Background:

Reikon was born on a sunny July afternoon in the town of Karakura. At the point in time she was born in the town was really a village, very primitive and low-tech compared to the Karakura of the present. She was born to a family of eight, her mother and father having birthed three children before her and four after. She was the only girl of the family besides her mother, who wasn't around often anyway. Her father was handicapped, so though it was unusual for a woman to do so, the mother brought in their income. As a result of being left alone with men all day, Reikon become very fit and was able to take care of herself. However, as the other four grew up she began to lose her ability to handle herself, being outnumbered seven to one. She began to become very shy, and very sensitive. When she came to her parents with cuts and bruises because of her brothers her father would tell her to toughen up and her mother would send her off due to the fact that she was far too busy for such petty things.

At the age of twelve she dropped out of school to help around the house, and to get a part time job to raise the family. The eldest two of the sons had gone off to war, the eldest that was left was just a bit too young to join the army. He, however, was far too busy with school to help around the house. So it was left to Reikon and her mother to take care of eight men, a house, and a job each. They somehow managed, though Reikon began to hate men at a young age because of what she had to go through. She spent her entire teenage life in the house or at the local flower shop where she worked, never having time for friends or anything of the sort. Her boss was an angry old man who would constantly insult her and yell at her for doing things wrong, yet another thing that would mold her into the fragile soul she would become.

When Reikon hit the age of adulthood she would be married off to a man she had never met. Her mother wanted her to live with a man who would be able to support a family, not that the family included Reikon in her mind. Reikon would spend the next four years of her life living in fear. The man had the money and rank in the military to comfortably raise a family of three sons, but their mother was a different story. She was hardly ever given food, even though she cooked it, and was constantly beaten by her father. The sons did nothing to stop it, though they swore blind to her that they wanted him to stop. The day before her twenty third birthday would be the last day of her life. Her husband came home drunk, and began to beat her senseless. When she awoke he was standing over her, ready to have his way with her. She kicked him square between the legs and crawled away. When she was able to stand she ran to the woods near her home. There she removed the tanto blade she had stolen from him. She would slit her throat as she listened to him screaming for her and threatening her.


Reikon woke up as a baby in the Rukongai. She was in the 15th district, which wasn't bad for children. She had a caring psuedo-family. However, Reikon would never approach her father, nor would she every approach her brother. She clung to her mother, and hid behind her apron whenever the other two were in the area. No one knew why this was but Reikon, and no one asked out of respect. One day, at the visible age of nine, she passed out from hunger. The mother had been a cook in the living world, but hadn't cooked for a hundred or so years. She quickly gathered what she could and prepared a meal for the daughter. When Reikon awoke to food she also noticed a man in a black kimono sitting at the table. The man was nice, but Reikon still avoided eye contact. He was apparently a part of the family she had gathered before running off to the soul society. He came home on vacation as soon as he had heard about how his new sister had developed powers.

Reikon spent a week alone with this man, training with him to use her powers in the form of 'kidou'. This form of magic was interesting to her, and she really liked it. She began to get closer to the shinigami, and by the seventh day almost made eye contact with him. However, her fear of men was overpowering and he would leave without so much as a good bye from her. She would spend the rest of her days in district 15 training herself and eating what she could. At the visual age of thirteen she would join the shinigami academy. Reikon jumped in as an advanced student, and even skipped second year. She would enter the Soul Society in the 13th division.

After only one hundred or so years she became a lieutenant, and was trained by her captain. The captain was the first man that Reikon had accepted in her life, and was the only one she had been able to comfortably be around. He taught her to release her shikai, to perfect her kidou, and even to activate her Bankai. A great teacher and a great captain, he became a role model to Reikon. Reikon led her division in many a hollow-purging mission, even though that was technically not the duty of her squad. She convinced the captains that it was good for the division, building teamwork and trust. She built a five-woman group of shinigami out of the top five seats, all woman that she could trust as well as ones that her taichou could trust. She wouldn't find out what happened to them later on in life, as she would become a captain.

Her Taichou felt it was time for her to grow further than she could as his vice, so he put in a good word for her with the other captains. As the nineth captain had recently died of an illness, she was examined and later brought into the nineth division as their new captain. The first thing she would do is kick out her lazy lieutenant and replace him with someone more fitting.

Role-Play Sample:

The sky was blue, the clouds, white, the world placid and pristine. It seemed as if nothing could possibly go wrong on such a day, that even Lady Fate herself could not be that cruel; and so the day was an all around good one for the masses. Sitting in the massive, achromatic, tower of the first division, was the newest leader of the massive army known as soul reapers. The spirit guardians, armed with weapons more powerful than any human technology, ran about beneath his window, going about their duties that were required to keep both worlds peaceful. To be more accurate, it wasn't "both worlds" they were keeping peaceful. It was two out of five known worlds that they were keeping peaceful. These two worlds were known as the Soul Society and Living World, and both were kept together under the authority of this one man. The man who was now pondering these exact same thoughts, as he sat in his massive, palatial, throne-like chair with his haori wrapped around his shoulders and his katana in his hands. The tip of the katana was stabbing into the carpet at his feet, the blade facing out toward the door on the opposite end of the long, thing, corridor of a room. The aqua-blue, silk-wrapped, handle was held to the blade by a crescent moon-shaped cross guard. Both of the man's slim, pale, soft hands rested upon the golden pommel of the katana. His chin rested upon his hands, and indirectly upon his blade. It seemed fitting that he would use the sword to support him both in combat and out of it, though many would argue that a weapon as precious as a zanpakuto shouldn't be used so carelessly.

The cold brown eyes the Captain Commander gazed out of the hole in the wall that served as a window. A butterfly fluttered past, black and purple in color with a morbid design. He knew these butterflies all too well, and he also knew what message they would be carrying. As soon as the butterfly found the respective thirteen captains, on Kidou Corps Commander, they would relay the following message:
Greetings, my Captains and fellow Commander. This is your new Captain Commander of the Soul Society speaking, I have an urgent message. As we do not know each other, and I have yet to gauge your competence, I am requesting that all fourteen of you come to the Captain's Meeting Hall above the First Division Barracks and participate in this meeting I am holding. Any Captain that fails to appear himself, or send a representative with one hell of a good reason for not showing, will be stripped of his rank and instantly replaced. I jest not, do not try my patience. I look forward to conversing with all of you, enjoy this beautiful day, as long as you are enjoying it on the way to the Meeting Hall.

At the thought of this message, the Captain's cold, emotionless face broke out into an even more chilling smile. He had a feeling that at least one Captain would have an issue with him being in command, whether this showed through blunt insubordination or silent plotting, Xuntaii knew he would catch it. He had an eye for traitors and schemers, something he was afraid not many Captain Commanders before him had been graced with. Xuntaii sighed, removing his chin from the back of his hands, leaning back in his chair as he snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a figure flickered into the room. He was dressed completely in black robes, with a simple katana at his waist wrapped in a navy blue fabric. His hair was long, pulled into a messy ponytail on top of his head. He bowed instantly, awaiting orders.

"Make sure you let any and all Captains in as soon as they show up, I don't want to be left waiting. Let no one else in unless they have proof that they are to represent their captain." He said in a cold, authoritative voice. The shinigami instantly called out his understanding, disappearing in a flash. The shinigami had slammed the door on the way out in his hurry, and the annoying banging noise echoed throughout the room. Xuntaii cringed at this sound, it was irritating when people slammed doors, he had always hated that.

Xuntaii, the newest of the Captain Commanders, looked deceivingly young. He looked to only be in his twenties, when in actuality, he was around five-hundred and fifteen times older than that. His hair was kept messy, black in color, and hanging about his his face and around the nape of his neck. The bangs would occasionally be pushed to the top of his head if he were working or just didn't want them in the way. The eyes that rested in his head were almond shapes, small, and a rich brown color. His nose was slim and pointed, his face heart-shaped. Xuntaii's lips were thin and colorless, currently pulled down into an aggravated frown. His skin was an almost ghostly pale, seeming to be unmolested by acne or scars. He dressed in an odd fashion, with a tunic that was mainly black, but trimmed in scarlet. This tunic's color was a V-neck, coming down to his first rib and showing his collar bone. He had no hair or scars upon his chest either. At his waist was a length of cloth that was teased and torn at the ends, seeming to be the remains of an old cloak or cape. On his right arm was a massive sleeve that held tightly onto his arm just above the elbow, but fanned out to be wide open at the hand. Upon this sleeve was a crescent moon. Underneath the sleeve was a plating over his arm, protected him from blades or other similar assaults. His pants were baggy, a pale blue in color, and tucked into the knee-high black boots that he wore.

There in that room he waited for the arrival of his captains, playing absent-mindedly with the length of black ribbon that was tied to his upper left arm. The ribbon twisted around his bony, twisted fingers; occasionally it would slip between them and fall upon his lap. When this happened Xuntaii was stare at his empty hand blankly, as if he didn't notice the thing he had been playing with was gone. After a few seconds of staring, he would turn his attention to the fallen ribbon, pick it up, and restart the process.

~!*The clock starts to move again, and the pendulum resets....Begin*!~
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PostSubject: Re: Hanpa Reikon   Sun 08 Nov 2009, 1:11 am

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