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07-29-2008, 07:10 AM
Name: Akira Kenta
Gender: Male
Age: Died when 18, now 75
Appearance:
Standing at 5’9”, Akira is of medium height. He weighs in at 145 lbs, almost pure muscle. Though he is not necessarily muscular, he is cut and very strong. His skin is fair, not too pale but at the same time not too dark. His eyes show somewhat of a mystery, very dark, but not a total black. They are a dark shade of gray. He has short spiky black hair that seems to stick up even without the use of gel or some other sticky agent. He wears a normal robe, black that falls down to his ankles. It is tied together with a thin silk rope. Finally, Akira wears the traditional sandals with socks at his feet.
Personality:
He is a very calm person. Even in a tough situation, he remains calm and rarely ever loses his cool. However, if his friends are in any kind of danger, he will go into a fury at whatever is trying to hurt them. This goes to show how important friends are to him. He is able to make friends rather quickly, but that does not mean that he will give his trust to anyone. Friends are so important to him because they give him something to confide in or something to just give him joy because he knows he will always get a laugh from them.
Akira is also very smart, not to mention a very hard worker. He will do anything to persevere in any given situation. Akira wishes to become even stronger than he is and fight to the finish to make sure his friends are protected.
Biography:
It was a normal day. However, on his way home from school, Akira saw his girlfriend being attacked by a rival gang. This gang hated Akira because he was known to have very good fighting skills, winning the Kendo Championships, but still he refused to join their gang. To make sure he didn’t join any other gangs, they attacked his girlfriend to teach him a lesson and hopefully lure him out for a surprise. This sent Akira into a rage since he never wishes to see his friend attacked in front of him. As he moved to stop the one attacking his girlfriend, someone else stepped in and stabbed him. Soon afterward he died since no one found him in time to call an ambulance.
In Rukongai, Akira kept to himself most of the time. Here he developed his quiet demeanor. However, a beautiful girl caught his eye and they soon became friends. He really did care for her, but history seemed to repeat itself. While she was out in the 79th district, she was attacked and killed by an unknown assailant. Akira decided that he would never let something like this happen again and decided to join the academy to fight and become strong enough to defend the world.
Division: 11th Division
Zanpakuto:
Akira’s zanpakuto is a body length broadsword. It is about a foot wide and the blade with the handle/hilt is 150 cm. The rectangular guard is black. The handle has a ruby at the end of the hilt representing his birthstone. Finally, the blade is crimson colored in the light, almost the color of blood.
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Sample Mission:
Akira was ready for his first practice mission at the academy. He was quite nervous, but he didn’t let it show. He wanted to show everyone that he was tough and that nothing could bother him. The more he thought about it, the less nervous he got, and the more excited he became. The weight of his zanpakuto seemed to disappear and he was ready for battle. When are we going to start this was the only thing that was running through his head at this point.
“Is everyone ready?” the leader of the practice mission yelled.
A chorus of hurrahs and nervous yes’s soon followed. Akira was ready for his first trip to the real world and hopefully there would be more to come. As they stepped through the portal, Akira ran to the front of the group. He felt the sudden need to show the leader that he was ready to fight and that he was no pushover or "scaredy cat."
“Hello, my name is Akira Kenta,” spat Akira.
“I hope you’re not trying to impress me with that zanpakuto,” retorted the leader, “it may be big but I’m sure that it is just for show.”
“Don’t worry, it isn’t I’ll show you its power,” replied Akira.
“Just don’t put your teammates in danger showing off,” said the leader.
When they finally reached the real world they were in a ship yard. It was night and a full moon was in the sky. It seemed like a bad omen for some reason. That didn’t matter to Akira though. He was going to do whatever it took and wasn’t going to let some bad feeling stop him. Akira sensed a hollow nearby, but couldn’t pinpoint its exact location. He was ready though and was going to do anything to impress the leader and catapult him to the top of the class.
“For those of you who don’t know, I am Omaeda Kaien. Remember your training and don’t panic when you see a hollow. There won’t be any powerful hollows here so there should be no reason that any of you get killed. I really don’t want to be the person that brings bad news back. So remember don’t die, those of you who are skilled with the blade attack close, those who are skilled with kidou attack from afar. No one, and I mean no one should do more than they can. NO YOUR LIMITS!” said the Kaien.
Akira moved into place with his teammates. From what he picked up, he had one other person who was skilled with the blade and the other two were better with kidou. Akira felt comfortable with his group, he was after all, hoping for some kidou users because he felt his kidou ability was pitiful.
“I’m Izuru,” said the short man with bright blond hair standing next to him. He was the one who claimed he was good with the blade. His zanpakuto was very long and slender, long enough to have to carry on his back rather than his waist.
“I’m Tatsuki,” replied the girl behind him. She was pretty, a red head, and seemed to have an air of confidence surrounding her. Her zanpakuto was a wakizashi that was slightly tucked under her robes only out for the one second that she showed it.
“I’m Daisuke,” said the last guy. He was somewhat taller than Akira with long brown hair flowing down past his shoulders. His sword was a regular katana that sat snugly on his side.
“I’m Akira,” replied Akira. He quickly turned away. The gaze of everyone was too much to bear for this quiet man.
When they finally reached their position atop the hill overlooking the shipyard, Akira felt a weak presence. He looked to his companions and noticed that they felt the same presence. None of them however, could pinpoint the exact location of the presence.
“We had better find this hollow quickly, unless we want to be one of the groups that don’t get a kill. That would be pretty embarrassing,” whispered Daisuke.
Akira turned to look at the moon. It was really pretty and it shone on his crimson blade. He looked to the other groups that were already fighting hollows. All of them were doing well; no one seemed to be injured. However, when Akira looked to group to his immediate right they seemed to be struggling. They were on the verge of defeat and one of the people was on the ground; unconscious but not dead he was sure.
He quickly ran to the group to aid them. He swung his sword with ease and connected with the hollow, but the hollow didn’t flinch and quickly tossed him aside. The cut must have been too shallow he thought. One of the members of the group released a kidou spell. It struck the hollow in the face and stunned him. Another person struck the hollow in the face with his zanpakuto which left a crack but not enough to kill it. Still, the hollow was again stunned and Akira would use this to his advantage. He ran with all his speed and followed up on the hit, connecting on the same spot as the last hit, finally killing the hollow.
“Thank you so much, we were gonners without you,” squeaked all the members in unison.
“No problem, just get your friend to safety now,” replied Akira. He sat down to rest and glimpsed up at his own team. They were racing toward him zanpakutos drawn just in case another attack came. However, before Akira could get a breath and his team get within a hundred feet of him a hollow came barreling out of nowhere sending everyone down to the bottom. Akira quickly hopped to his feet and ran down the hill, almost tripping on himself since he was moving so fast.
When he got to the bottom, Akira saw his team was in control. Tatsuki and Daisuke were behind some crates launching kidou spells at the hollow while Izuru was trying to attack the hollow close range, though most of his attacks were getting deflected. Using the distractions, Akira came from behind hitting the hollow. This caused the hollow to be stunned and gave Tatsuki and Daisuke some time to chant a binding spell. With the hollow bound, Akira and Izuru walked up to the hollow calmly. Looking at each other, there seemed to be some kind of understanding or respect, maybe even something unexplainable. At the same time they swung their swords and defeated the hollow.
On their way back most of the teams looks tired, some dejected. But Akira’s group seemed to be the only one smiling.
“I hate to say it, but I’m impressed,” spat Omaeda.
Akira just smiled and mouthed out “Thanks.”
Gender: Male
Age: Died when 18, now 75
Appearance:
Standing at 5’9”, Akira is of medium height. He weighs in at 145 lbs, almost pure muscle. Though he is not necessarily muscular, he is cut and very strong. His skin is fair, not too pale but at the same time not too dark. His eyes show somewhat of a mystery, very dark, but not a total black. They are a dark shade of gray. He has short spiky black hair that seems to stick up even without the use of gel or some other sticky agent. He wears a normal robe, black that falls down to his ankles. It is tied together with a thin silk rope. Finally, Akira wears the traditional sandals with socks at his feet.
Personality:
He is a very calm person. Even in a tough situation, he remains calm and rarely ever loses his cool. However, if his friends are in any kind of danger, he will go into a fury at whatever is trying to hurt them. This goes to show how important friends are to him. He is able to make friends rather quickly, but that does not mean that he will give his trust to anyone. Friends are so important to him because they give him something to confide in or something to just give him joy because he knows he will always get a laugh from them.
Akira is also very smart, not to mention a very hard worker. He will do anything to persevere in any given situation. Akira wishes to become even stronger than he is and fight to the finish to make sure his friends are protected.
Biography:
It was a normal day. However, on his way home from school, Akira saw his girlfriend being attacked by a rival gang. This gang hated Akira because he was known to have very good fighting skills, winning the Kendo Championships, but still he refused to join their gang. To make sure he didn’t join any other gangs, they attacked his girlfriend to teach him a lesson and hopefully lure him out for a surprise. This sent Akira into a rage since he never wishes to see his friend attacked in front of him. As he moved to stop the one attacking his girlfriend, someone else stepped in and stabbed him. Soon afterward he died since no one found him in time to call an ambulance.
In Rukongai, Akira kept to himself most of the time. Here he developed his quiet demeanor. However, a beautiful girl caught his eye and they soon became friends. He really did care for her, but history seemed to repeat itself. While she was out in the 79th district, she was attacked and killed by an unknown assailant. Akira decided that he would never let something like this happen again and decided to join the academy to fight and become strong enough to defend the world.
Division: 11th Division
Zanpakuto:
Akira’s zanpakuto is a body length broadsword. It is about a foot wide and the blade with the handle/hilt is 150 cm. The rectangular guard is black. The handle has a ruby at the end of the hilt representing his birthstone. Finally, the blade is crimson colored in the light, almost the color of blood.
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Sample Mission:
Akira was ready for his first practice mission at the academy. He was quite nervous, but he didn’t let it show. He wanted to show everyone that he was tough and that nothing could bother him. The more he thought about it, the less nervous he got, and the more excited he became. The weight of his zanpakuto seemed to disappear and he was ready for battle. When are we going to start this was the only thing that was running through his head at this point.
“Is everyone ready?” the leader of the practice mission yelled.
A chorus of hurrahs and nervous yes’s soon followed. Akira was ready for his first trip to the real world and hopefully there would be more to come. As they stepped through the portal, Akira ran to the front of the group. He felt the sudden need to show the leader that he was ready to fight and that he was no pushover or "scaredy cat."
“Hello, my name is Akira Kenta,” spat Akira.
“I hope you’re not trying to impress me with that zanpakuto,” retorted the leader, “it may be big but I’m sure that it is just for show.”
“Don’t worry, it isn’t I’ll show you its power,” replied Akira.
“Just don’t put your teammates in danger showing off,” said the leader.
When they finally reached the real world they were in a ship yard. It was night and a full moon was in the sky. It seemed like a bad omen for some reason. That didn’t matter to Akira though. He was going to do whatever it took and wasn’t going to let some bad feeling stop him. Akira sensed a hollow nearby, but couldn’t pinpoint its exact location. He was ready though and was going to do anything to impress the leader and catapult him to the top of the class.
“For those of you who don’t know, I am Omaeda Kaien. Remember your training and don’t panic when you see a hollow. There won’t be any powerful hollows here so there should be no reason that any of you get killed. I really don’t want to be the person that brings bad news back. So remember don’t die, those of you who are skilled with the blade attack close, those who are skilled with kidou attack from afar. No one, and I mean no one should do more than they can. NO YOUR LIMITS!” said the Kaien.
Akira moved into place with his teammates. From what he picked up, he had one other person who was skilled with the blade and the other two were better with kidou. Akira felt comfortable with his group, he was after all, hoping for some kidou users because he felt his kidou ability was pitiful.
“I’m Izuru,” said the short man with bright blond hair standing next to him. He was the one who claimed he was good with the blade. His zanpakuto was very long and slender, long enough to have to carry on his back rather than his waist.
“I’m Tatsuki,” replied the girl behind him. She was pretty, a red head, and seemed to have an air of confidence surrounding her. Her zanpakuto was a wakizashi that was slightly tucked under her robes only out for the one second that she showed it.
“I’m Daisuke,” said the last guy. He was somewhat taller than Akira with long brown hair flowing down past his shoulders. His sword was a regular katana that sat snugly on his side.
“I’m Akira,” replied Akira. He quickly turned away. The gaze of everyone was too much to bear for this quiet man.
When they finally reached their position atop the hill overlooking the shipyard, Akira felt a weak presence. He looked to his companions and noticed that they felt the same presence. None of them however, could pinpoint the exact location of the presence.
“We had better find this hollow quickly, unless we want to be one of the groups that don’t get a kill. That would be pretty embarrassing,” whispered Daisuke.
Akira turned to look at the moon. It was really pretty and it shone on his crimson blade. He looked to the other groups that were already fighting hollows. All of them were doing well; no one seemed to be injured. However, when Akira looked to group to his immediate right they seemed to be struggling. They were on the verge of defeat and one of the people was on the ground; unconscious but not dead he was sure.
He quickly ran to the group to aid them. He swung his sword with ease and connected with the hollow, but the hollow didn’t flinch and quickly tossed him aside. The cut must have been too shallow he thought. One of the members of the group released a kidou spell. It struck the hollow in the face and stunned him. Another person struck the hollow in the face with his zanpakuto which left a crack but not enough to kill it. Still, the hollow was again stunned and Akira would use this to his advantage. He ran with all his speed and followed up on the hit, connecting on the same spot as the last hit, finally killing the hollow.
“Thank you so much, we were gonners without you,” squeaked all the members in unison.
“No problem, just get your friend to safety now,” replied Akira. He sat down to rest and glimpsed up at his own team. They were racing toward him zanpakutos drawn just in case another attack came. However, before Akira could get a breath and his team get within a hundred feet of him a hollow came barreling out of nowhere sending everyone down to the bottom. Akira quickly hopped to his feet and ran down the hill, almost tripping on himself since he was moving so fast.
When he got to the bottom, Akira saw his team was in control. Tatsuki and Daisuke were behind some crates launching kidou spells at the hollow while Izuru was trying to attack the hollow close range, though most of his attacks were getting deflected. Using the distractions, Akira came from behind hitting the hollow. This caused the hollow to be stunned and gave Tatsuki and Daisuke some time to chant a binding spell. With the hollow bound, Akira and Izuru walked up to the hollow calmly. Looking at each other, there seemed to be some kind of understanding or respect, maybe even something unexplainable. At the same time they swung their swords and defeated the hollow.
On their way back most of the teams looks tired, some dejected. But Akira’s group seemed to be the only one smiling.
“I hate to say it, but I’m impressed,” spat Omaeda.
Akira just smiled and mouthed out “Thanks.”