Rayth Vincent
10-06-2008, 08:41 AM
Name: Rayth Vincent
Gender: Male
Age:
Age at Death: 21
Current Age in Soul Society: 131
Appearance:
Rayth stands about 5'11'' tall, and he has a well-muscled, sinewy build. His skin is weathered from years of nomadic travel, and laced with scars from innumerable skirmishes and battles.
His hazel eyes pierce anyone he lays them on, and his intent reeks of determination and is infused with a passionate glare. The warmth from them to his allies is only matched by the steely cold gaze he lays on his enemies.
Rayth's hair is kept untidy, and the dirty-blonde colored mess is kept to a reasonable length, yet a bit shaggy at times and his smile shines enough to melt the sun... The times it's let loose.
He wears jeans, faded and patched with dirt and distressed from hard-times, and the top half of his uniform is kept tight to his body, with the sleeves cuffed and collar kept tight, like a motorcycle jacket.
The bottom half hides most of his jeans and boots, yet is kept tight enough to not impede any type of movements or trip him up in battle.
A tattoo of a gothic knight posed with his sword goes up the left side of his body -- from hip to rib-cage -- and underneath lie the words "About Us Is The Story Told".
Personality:
Rayth generally keeps to himself, yet likes the company of others, when they are around.
He will gravitate towards solace and silence and welcomes others into his world warmly and fondly, and entertains with his presence and wit, as well as with battle stories and general insight.
Although Rayth is close to his friends and comrades, those who manage to get on his bad-side are dealt with viciously, and with no remorse... However, Rayth tries his best to keep that list short... Either reckonciled or deceased.
His lust for life leads him to yearn for the passionate few, and to surround himself with them. This means his few close friends are successful, in life and in battle, and enjoy the finer things in life -- such as women, a challenge, and a battle to fight.
He joined the 13 Court Squads to get stronger, and he carries this mindset with him at all times. Rayth is an apt student and pupil, and listens to his superiors judiciously.
Biography:
Brief:
Rayth doesn't remember where he came from... Or doesn't care to tell. All anyone knows is that he wandered from section to section, from slum to slum, for years now... Challenging anyone who dared to get in his way.
His charasmatic character garnered him attention, and his quick tounge and quicker blade forged him a reputation.
Although his mind was at ease with his death, the limits of his strength bothered him.
Night after night he heard an inner voice inside him -- inside his sword -- calling out to him. Not in words, but in a craving to be a goliath, the most dominant warrior the Shinigami had ever seen.
Something dark lies deep beneath his eyes, and his smile infectiously corrupts at the same time it warms.
All Rayth knows is that he was born in Soul Society alone and weak... And that the path ahead of him requires him to be a testament to his primal instinct for battle.
Division applying to: 11th Division
Zanpakutou:
Rayth's zanpakutou hangs from a white cord tied around his waist. It's sheath shines in the sunlight, a pure white alabaster, and the etching / engravings on the side flicker with a silver tint with each of Rayth's gaping steps.
His Zanpakutou is a katana, roughly three feet long in the blade, and another foot in the hilt. It's size doesn't bother Rayth in the least, as his foot movements towards and backwards, in combination with his large, arcing slices cooperate in order to make his movements and strikes fluid and effortless.
Nevermind the sheer brutal punch they pack.
The blade is wrapped in an aged white denim, soft to the point of cloth and strong enough no blade can slice through. From the pommel hangs three black feathers, from a species of bird no-one has been able to identify. Each is roughly 6 inches in length and 2 in width.
Rayth's Zanpakutou's blade is a standard silver color, with engravings down the blade in a language older than man and unreadable by anyone he's met.
Part of Rayth's quest lies in the mantra scribbled into his Zanpakutou... Of that much, he's sure.
The tsuba is an 8 sided star, pointing out from the sword and with no circle to join the tips. Each point is a feather, jutting outwards, and rippling with detail.
Gender: Male
Age:
Age at Death: 21
Current Age in Soul Society: 131
Appearance:
Rayth stands about 5'11'' tall, and he has a well-muscled, sinewy build. His skin is weathered from years of nomadic travel, and laced with scars from innumerable skirmishes and battles.
His hazel eyes pierce anyone he lays them on, and his intent reeks of determination and is infused with a passionate glare. The warmth from them to his allies is only matched by the steely cold gaze he lays on his enemies.
Rayth's hair is kept untidy, and the dirty-blonde colored mess is kept to a reasonable length, yet a bit shaggy at times and his smile shines enough to melt the sun... The times it's let loose.
He wears jeans, faded and patched with dirt and distressed from hard-times, and the top half of his uniform is kept tight to his body, with the sleeves cuffed and collar kept tight, like a motorcycle jacket.
The bottom half hides most of his jeans and boots, yet is kept tight enough to not impede any type of movements or trip him up in battle.
A tattoo of a gothic knight posed with his sword goes up the left side of his body -- from hip to rib-cage -- and underneath lie the words "About Us Is The Story Told".
Personality:
Rayth generally keeps to himself, yet likes the company of others, when they are around.
He will gravitate towards solace and silence and welcomes others into his world warmly and fondly, and entertains with his presence and wit, as well as with battle stories and general insight.
Although Rayth is close to his friends and comrades, those who manage to get on his bad-side are dealt with viciously, and with no remorse... However, Rayth tries his best to keep that list short... Either reckonciled or deceased.
His lust for life leads him to yearn for the passionate few, and to surround himself with them. This means his few close friends are successful, in life and in battle, and enjoy the finer things in life -- such as women, a challenge, and a battle to fight.
He joined the 13 Court Squads to get stronger, and he carries this mindset with him at all times. Rayth is an apt student and pupil, and listens to his superiors judiciously.
Biography:
Brief:
Rayth doesn't remember where he came from... Or doesn't care to tell. All anyone knows is that he wandered from section to section, from slum to slum, for years now... Challenging anyone who dared to get in his way.
His charasmatic character garnered him attention, and his quick tounge and quicker blade forged him a reputation.
Although his mind was at ease with his death, the limits of his strength bothered him.
Night after night he heard an inner voice inside him -- inside his sword -- calling out to him. Not in words, but in a craving to be a goliath, the most dominant warrior the Shinigami had ever seen.
Something dark lies deep beneath his eyes, and his smile infectiously corrupts at the same time it warms.
All Rayth knows is that he was born in Soul Society alone and weak... And that the path ahead of him requires him to be a testament to his primal instinct for battle.
Division applying to: 11th Division
Zanpakutou:
Rayth's zanpakutou hangs from a white cord tied around his waist. It's sheath shines in the sunlight, a pure white alabaster, and the etching / engravings on the side flicker with a silver tint with each of Rayth's gaping steps.
His Zanpakutou is a katana, roughly three feet long in the blade, and another foot in the hilt. It's size doesn't bother Rayth in the least, as his foot movements towards and backwards, in combination with his large, arcing slices cooperate in order to make his movements and strikes fluid and effortless.
Nevermind the sheer brutal punch they pack.
The blade is wrapped in an aged white denim, soft to the point of cloth and strong enough no blade can slice through. From the pommel hangs three black feathers, from a species of bird no-one has been able to identify. Each is roughly 6 inches in length and 2 in width.
Rayth's Zanpakutou's blade is a standard silver color, with engravings down the blade in a language older than man and unreadable by anyone he's met.
Part of Rayth's quest lies in the mantra scribbled into his Zanpakutou... Of that much, he's sure.
The tsuba is an 8 sided star, pointing out from the sword and with no circle to join the tips. Each point is a feather, jutting outwards, and rippling with detail.