Ugaki
08-28-2008, 07:49 PM
Name: Ugaki Yaromato
Age: Died: 26 and 3/4. Became Shinigami: 94
Appearance: Ugaki Yaromato is a bizzare and some what pitiful individual, standing at around 2 metres tall and weighing in at 200kg his broad shoulders and barrel chest support a somewhat muscular physique. His body is covered with hair and his stone carved features have often led to him being called a "Wolf man". He has customised his Shihakusho the sleeves of his Kimono are white
Personality: He is a closed off individual unable to understand basic emotions, however his force of will makes up for his lack of human concepts.
Biography: A native to Zaraki, the roughest district in the Rukongai, Ugaki Yaromato was constantly spending his days avoiding the territorial wars between several gangs in the area. He did not lack the ability to defend himself but had the knowledge and sense to know that he was not a one man army and if one of the gang members were to be felled by him, he would have another 50 knocking on his door step the next day. However when he saw the gangs approaching each other he would be wracked with horrific visions and terrifying flashes of some event….he wasn’t sure what it was….but it horrified him all the same
Division Being applied to: 7th Division - Lethal Close-Quarters
Zanpakuto Appearance:
Sealed: Takes the appearance of a dagger with a square hilt featuring two great gashes smashed into it on opposite ends, the dagger is 30cm in length and has a black and silver grip with an unmarked wooden casing. The sheath is hidden in the sleeve of his right arm.
Initial Release: His sword disppears instead replacing itself with a red/orange bud over the top of his right hand, the bud has a series of roots running up Ugaki's arm like armour, disppearing into his flesh below the elbow.
Sample Mission:
Ugaki looked through the window of his small home in the 80th district of the Rukongai, Zaraki. As the sun beamed through the bars on his window he could still smell the blood and vomit of a recent battle between the local thugs. Yet he cared not, he was too relaxed to consider what might happen if he lets his guard down and a gang enter, So….had it been one day? Two days? A week? A month? A year? It seemed like an eternity that he had laid there in his spartanly decorated abode as war, famine, pestilence and death had swathed the world around him….alas he supposed he should at least make an attempt to force himself from his revelry…
….A world that once seemed like his only purpose began to slip away and fade to black as the distinct scent of an infirmary swept up his nostrils like the ghostly tendrils of a phantom nightmare….how he had hated the infirmary for he spent so long there it seemed unfeasible to him…how could one such as him, a student of the Daikokubashira Academy become incapacitated like some elderly fool…perhaps this was the wrong way of looking at it…perhaps it wasn’t. Who could say for certain? What’s the right way to dwell on possibly the worst decision of your life? Bah! He thought to himself as he ran as scared and cracked fist across his face, just one more notch on his instructors belt…he’d have his day and he would have it soon.
Looking out of the infirmary window his mind began to drift back to his life in the Rukongai as the world around him dulled and faded, his conscious passing into the semi and finally unconscious the realm of slumber taking him away…
He had awoken that morning to see a fellow student by the name Yoshi Kazumi, she had entered the Academy on the same day as him and they spent a lot of time together both being from district 80. They had proceeded towards their Hakuda practise as always however today there was certainty in Ugaki’s mind that he would show up his Instructor even if it got him reprimanded he had suffered one too many knock-outs to let it go now.
[Keep in mind that the above sample is complete once I get more time I will finnish it....however if it is appropriate enough as it is then...well...goody :)]
Age: Died: 26 and 3/4. Became Shinigami: 94
Appearance: Ugaki Yaromato is a bizzare and some what pitiful individual, standing at around 2 metres tall and weighing in at 200kg his broad shoulders and barrel chest support a somewhat muscular physique. His body is covered with hair and his stone carved features have often led to him being called a "Wolf man". He has customised his Shihakusho the sleeves of his Kimono are white
Personality: He is a closed off individual unable to understand basic emotions, however his force of will makes up for his lack of human concepts.
Biography: A native to Zaraki, the roughest district in the Rukongai, Ugaki Yaromato was constantly spending his days avoiding the territorial wars between several gangs in the area. He did not lack the ability to defend himself but had the knowledge and sense to know that he was not a one man army and if one of the gang members were to be felled by him, he would have another 50 knocking on his door step the next day. However when he saw the gangs approaching each other he would be wracked with horrific visions and terrifying flashes of some event….he wasn’t sure what it was….but it horrified him all the same
Division Being applied to: 7th Division - Lethal Close-Quarters
Zanpakuto Appearance:
Sealed: Takes the appearance of a dagger with a square hilt featuring two great gashes smashed into it on opposite ends, the dagger is 30cm in length and has a black and silver grip with an unmarked wooden casing. The sheath is hidden in the sleeve of his right arm.
Initial Release: His sword disppears instead replacing itself with a red/orange bud over the top of his right hand, the bud has a series of roots running up Ugaki's arm like armour, disppearing into his flesh below the elbow.
Sample Mission:
Ugaki looked through the window of his small home in the 80th district of the Rukongai, Zaraki. As the sun beamed through the bars on his window he could still smell the blood and vomit of a recent battle between the local thugs. Yet he cared not, he was too relaxed to consider what might happen if he lets his guard down and a gang enter, So….had it been one day? Two days? A week? A month? A year? It seemed like an eternity that he had laid there in his spartanly decorated abode as war, famine, pestilence and death had swathed the world around him….alas he supposed he should at least make an attempt to force himself from his revelry…
….A world that once seemed like his only purpose began to slip away and fade to black as the distinct scent of an infirmary swept up his nostrils like the ghostly tendrils of a phantom nightmare….how he had hated the infirmary for he spent so long there it seemed unfeasible to him…how could one such as him, a student of the Daikokubashira Academy become incapacitated like some elderly fool…perhaps this was the wrong way of looking at it…perhaps it wasn’t. Who could say for certain? What’s the right way to dwell on possibly the worst decision of your life? Bah! He thought to himself as he ran as scared and cracked fist across his face, just one more notch on his instructors belt…he’d have his day and he would have it soon.
Looking out of the infirmary window his mind began to drift back to his life in the Rukongai as the world around him dulled and faded, his conscious passing into the semi and finally unconscious the realm of slumber taking him away…
He had awoken that morning to see a fellow student by the name Yoshi Kazumi, she had entered the Academy on the same day as him and they spent a lot of time together both being from district 80. They had proceeded towards their Hakuda practise as always however today there was certainty in Ugaki’s mind that he would show up his Instructor even if it got him reprimanded he had suffered one too many knock-outs to let it go now.
[Keep in mind that the above sample is complete once I get more time I will finnish it....however if it is appropriate enough as it is then...well...goody :)]