vale of the gate
06-13-2008, 01:33 AM
Name:Beratora,Tarokeshi
Age: at death:15. in soul society:112
Appearance: Tarokeshi would not be considered unique in anyway. He is only 5' 10" tall and average weight, but what he lacks in uniqueness he makes up for in beauty and intelligence. From the day of his birth to his final day Taro was praised in school by the teachers and loved by the women. his sleek black hair that he always spikes and tanned body were all he needed in live and what ultimately caused his demise. When he entered ss there were two large scars on him one along the side side of his face, the other on his left pect.The only other unique thing is his tatoo a blood red wolf with stained fangs.
Personality: Tarokeshi from a young age was the quiet, but spirited one. All his life people would ignore him calling him a pet, but as he got older his following became leadership,those who mocked him seeked his advice. He always told them to find someone smarter them him one of his leaders. He was and still is modest never liking but always getting awards and praise. His nickname was working man because his catch phrase was "i'm just doing my job". His trip to ss hasnt change that at all except he gets less praise, because he avoids heroism more now.
Biography:What Taro can remember from his time in the real world is how his stay came to an abrupt end. One night after a date Taro was walking the girl home and a mugger decided on a weak looking mark. The mugger came out of an alley with a knife pointed a Taro's chest. After that he only remembers waking in a field near Rukongai. He met some of the poorer young men and gained many friends, until he one day by sheer luck performed a weak kido. With this he had a hard decision and ultimately choice the academy
Division being applied to: the 11Th
Zanpakuto appearance: Taro's zanpakto is still in unreleased form. It has a 50cm blade with a 12cm hilt.It has a snake tail as the guard.He usually carries on his right hip and unsheathes it with his left, attacking dual hand style. It's sheath is black and red with a flame pattern setup.
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Sample mission: Taro was lying in his cot at the academy counting the snowflakes on the windowpane. He was wondering how long it’s been since he last saw his old friends."2 years...huh", the thought of his old friends brought a series of bad thoughts, about loss and death to his mind. All their names and faces and even voices ran through his mind. His new friends ran in together with the old. Then the bell rang for the first class of the day, kido 101, his least favorite of all. His favorite classes were zanjutsu and hollow slaying.
As the class began everyone greeted the teacher with a "Hi sensei," even if Taro hated the class he still adored the teacher. As the class ended Taro couldn’t help but think what is going to happen in his next class, zanjutsu. Unfortunately it was same old same old. The class started normally and ran normally with the same thrust, slice and stab exercises. At the end of the class, Taro left and went to his most favored class Hollow slaying 101. As the usual reciting of the textbooks contents Taro couldn’t wait for what the sensei had to say.
It turned out this announcement was so great that it made Taro nearly leap out of his seat. "Everyone the head has allowed me to take the rest of your class day to take you to do practice slayings." Even though he knew the hollows he would be slaying were just the tech department’s low level experiments, Taro was still pumped. Especially since he knew the contents of the of the tech departments cages.
Taro was first to go. A kido wall was put up between the other students to avoid interference. The hollow was a small arachnid style creature. Taro charged the creature head on unsheathing his blade and taking an upward swing at its head. The small hollow ducked and tried to bit Taro's leg as his momentum caused him to pass by. He took a swing at its head, making contact with the back of the hollows head.
It wasn’t a full cut and Taro had to hit another time. At the end of the day Taro felt great he defeated a hollow and had fun. A great end to a rut filled day. Or so Taro thought, as he was unsheathing his blade from his belt to lie down an alarm began. It was the tech department’s research zone, "looks like the captain forgot to lock the cages," Taro thought as he rushed to get out to the yard to get more of the same feeling he got from the earlier fight. When he got to the yard two research group members were injured and the 4th's who were trying to save them were trapped. They were fighting valiantly, for 4th division.
"Sweet, time to earn my keep" with that thought Taro charged the hollows with no abandon slicing and chopping a path to the 4th squad members. Several of them went quietly back to their cages, others continued, those Taro sliced away easily. Two hollows had not gotten the clue to turn back to the cages and were charging. Taro showed them how foolish that was by cutting their masks away. With those two gone the rest gave up, and headed back to their cages, "probably the leaders," taro thought fortunately he was right and they dispersed.
Both the researchers and 4th were very grateful, but they didn’t have to be Taro was just looking for something to do before he went to sleep. Taro decided that while he was out he'd go to one of his favored coffee shops and see if it was open, it was and oddly enough one of taro's sensei's was reading an old essay with a hot cup of strong Arab style in his hand. "oi sensei," taro said happily, the sensei known as drekaki was happily drinking and reading and asked taro what he was doing out so late and he told drekaki the story, "hmm sounds fun" drekaki said spacey. Taro asked why Drekaki seemed so out of it, he responded that these old reports were troubling him. All the reports were autopsies of shinigami done by the 12th’s old captain mayuri and how they were written even scared Taro. All the black lines, mention of hollow feasts and screaming corpses on the cutting table. After finishing their coffees, taro and drekaki went to their respective destinations with simple good nights.
After getting back to his cot and finally falling asleep, taro had his usual dreams, old memories and new ones running hand in hand, except for one a new one memory of one Taros friend in life. Taro was dreaming about the night he died, except it wasn’t him it was his friend heading for the dark alley the knife going into him. Taro leapt up, nearly falling out of his cot. "I hope that doesn’t mean anything," Taro thought grimacely falling back to the bed. No sleep came to him and the next day went back to the usual rut of Taro’s life, except the occasional nap. One of his new friends Kiki, as she was known, asked Taro what was wrong. “It’s nothing ki-kun really,” “Taro I can tell your lying now spill.” “Well I had one of ‘those’ dreams again.” She apologized for asking and grabbed his hand. “Taro remember those guys will always be your friends and you have many here.”
“Thanks Kiki, I think,” Taro walked with kiki to Hakido class and started to recite the older recruit class incantations.” He decided to take a nap after casting #1 for the fifth time; He began to dream his fondest dream. It was the memory of a hero and the reason he adores the 11th. At the beginning of his first year one of the teachers was doing a field test and a group of hollows attacked. After calling for back-up Taro’s group had been trapped, then at the last minute the 11th’s captain Hugishi, came and cut the hollows away. Without so much as a word he left and with him followed Taro’s admiration and Taro himself. Taro woke up at the end of class, with kiki in toe he headed for zanjutsu.
End
Age: at death:15. in soul society:112
Appearance: Tarokeshi would not be considered unique in anyway. He is only 5' 10" tall and average weight, but what he lacks in uniqueness he makes up for in beauty and intelligence. From the day of his birth to his final day Taro was praised in school by the teachers and loved by the women. his sleek black hair that he always spikes and tanned body were all he needed in live and what ultimately caused his demise. When he entered ss there were two large scars on him one along the side side of his face, the other on his left pect.The only other unique thing is his tatoo a blood red wolf with stained fangs.
Personality: Tarokeshi from a young age was the quiet, but spirited one. All his life people would ignore him calling him a pet, but as he got older his following became leadership,those who mocked him seeked his advice. He always told them to find someone smarter them him one of his leaders. He was and still is modest never liking but always getting awards and praise. His nickname was working man because his catch phrase was "i'm just doing my job". His trip to ss hasnt change that at all except he gets less praise, because he avoids heroism more now.
Biography:What Taro can remember from his time in the real world is how his stay came to an abrupt end. One night after a date Taro was walking the girl home and a mugger decided on a weak looking mark. The mugger came out of an alley with a knife pointed a Taro's chest. After that he only remembers waking in a field near Rukongai. He met some of the poorer young men and gained many friends, until he one day by sheer luck performed a weak kido. With this he had a hard decision and ultimately choice the academy
Division being applied to: the 11Th
Zanpakuto appearance: Taro's zanpakto is still in unreleased form. It has a 50cm blade with a 12cm hilt.It has a snake tail as the guard.He usually carries on his right hip and unsheathes it with his left, attacking dual hand style. It's sheath is black and red with a flame pattern setup.
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Sample mission: Taro was lying in his cot at the academy counting the snowflakes on the windowpane. He was wondering how long it’s been since he last saw his old friends."2 years...huh", the thought of his old friends brought a series of bad thoughts, about loss and death to his mind. All their names and faces and even voices ran through his mind. His new friends ran in together with the old. Then the bell rang for the first class of the day, kido 101, his least favorite of all. His favorite classes were zanjutsu and hollow slaying.
As the class began everyone greeted the teacher with a "Hi sensei," even if Taro hated the class he still adored the teacher. As the class ended Taro couldn’t help but think what is going to happen in his next class, zanjutsu. Unfortunately it was same old same old. The class started normally and ran normally with the same thrust, slice and stab exercises. At the end of the class, Taro left and went to his most favored class Hollow slaying 101. As the usual reciting of the textbooks contents Taro couldn’t wait for what the sensei had to say.
It turned out this announcement was so great that it made Taro nearly leap out of his seat. "Everyone the head has allowed me to take the rest of your class day to take you to do practice slayings." Even though he knew the hollows he would be slaying were just the tech department’s low level experiments, Taro was still pumped. Especially since he knew the contents of the of the tech departments cages.
Taro was first to go. A kido wall was put up between the other students to avoid interference. The hollow was a small arachnid style creature. Taro charged the creature head on unsheathing his blade and taking an upward swing at its head. The small hollow ducked and tried to bit Taro's leg as his momentum caused him to pass by. He took a swing at its head, making contact with the back of the hollows head.
It wasn’t a full cut and Taro had to hit another time. At the end of the day Taro felt great he defeated a hollow and had fun. A great end to a rut filled day. Or so Taro thought, as he was unsheathing his blade from his belt to lie down an alarm began. It was the tech department’s research zone, "looks like the captain forgot to lock the cages," Taro thought as he rushed to get out to the yard to get more of the same feeling he got from the earlier fight. When he got to the yard two research group members were injured and the 4th's who were trying to save them were trapped. They were fighting valiantly, for 4th division.
"Sweet, time to earn my keep" with that thought Taro charged the hollows with no abandon slicing and chopping a path to the 4th squad members. Several of them went quietly back to their cages, others continued, those Taro sliced away easily. Two hollows had not gotten the clue to turn back to the cages and were charging. Taro showed them how foolish that was by cutting their masks away. With those two gone the rest gave up, and headed back to their cages, "probably the leaders," taro thought fortunately he was right and they dispersed.
Both the researchers and 4th were very grateful, but they didn’t have to be Taro was just looking for something to do before he went to sleep. Taro decided that while he was out he'd go to one of his favored coffee shops and see if it was open, it was and oddly enough one of taro's sensei's was reading an old essay with a hot cup of strong Arab style in his hand. "oi sensei," taro said happily, the sensei known as drekaki was happily drinking and reading and asked taro what he was doing out so late and he told drekaki the story, "hmm sounds fun" drekaki said spacey. Taro asked why Drekaki seemed so out of it, he responded that these old reports were troubling him. All the reports were autopsies of shinigami done by the 12th’s old captain mayuri and how they were written even scared Taro. All the black lines, mention of hollow feasts and screaming corpses on the cutting table. After finishing their coffees, taro and drekaki went to their respective destinations with simple good nights.
After getting back to his cot and finally falling asleep, taro had his usual dreams, old memories and new ones running hand in hand, except for one a new one memory of one Taros friend in life. Taro was dreaming about the night he died, except it wasn’t him it was his friend heading for the dark alley the knife going into him. Taro leapt up, nearly falling out of his cot. "I hope that doesn’t mean anything," Taro thought grimacely falling back to the bed. No sleep came to him and the next day went back to the usual rut of Taro’s life, except the occasional nap. One of his new friends Kiki, as she was known, asked Taro what was wrong. “It’s nothing ki-kun really,” “Taro I can tell your lying now spill.” “Well I had one of ‘those’ dreams again.” She apologized for asking and grabbed his hand. “Taro remember those guys will always be your friends and you have many here.”
“Thanks Kiki, I think,” Taro walked with kiki to Hakido class and started to recite the older recruit class incantations.” He decided to take a nap after casting #1 for the fifth time; He began to dream his fondest dream. It was the memory of a hero and the reason he adores the 11th. At the beginning of his first year one of the teachers was doing a field test and a group of hollows attacked. After calling for back-up Taro’s group had been trapped, then at the last minute the 11th’s captain Hugishi, came and cut the hollows away. Without so much as a word he left and with him followed Taro’s admiration and Taro himself. Taro woke up at the end of class, with kiki in toe he headed for zanjutsu.
End