Tempest Winds
10-16-2008, 06:14 PM
Name: Tempest, Winds
Age: 16 at death, 18 at S.S.
Division applying for: 7th
Personality:
A very sensitive person, but still maintains to keep a good composure. He usually spends time alone to keep from letting himself fall to his emotions. He's very serious, however, and is a force to be reckoned with dispite his immediate wimpiness. He trains every day in the ways of not only fist fighting, but swordsplay. Even without his zanpakuto, he's not to be underestimated. Too bad he's always worried about breaking his opponent....
Physical Appearance:
Quazi-long, dark brown hair hangs over his left eye. He doesn't look that strong. In fact, one would normally be afraid of breaking his bones just by looking at him. But those bones are devastatingly hard, and can compare easilly to the muscles of many that belong to the 11th division. His sandles are black. His eyes, grey. He has somewhat of a big nose, and a wicked grin that always seems to fall upon him upon the start of a battle. But normally, his face remains solemn, and bleak... White skinned, and pale.
Division:
7th division
Zanpakuto:
A small zanpakuto of about 3 ft. in length, but different than most. The handle is silver, a blue crystal orb ath the end of the hilt, opposite of the blade. The blade itself is white, and has a small notch on the end of it. The guard is shaped like a four point star, and seems to be made of a blue glass. But apparently, it's almost if not more durable, than steel.
Biography:
The kid was bullied by stronger kids in high school, due to the fact he was such an easy target. One day they went too far, and slaughtered him on the pavement, pushing him into the street, where a semi ran him over. (I plan to reveal more about this rp'ing.) But somehow, upon arriving at Soul society, he was in a Soul Reaper uniform. Apparently, all those years of being bullied slowly raised the anger and hate inside him, awakening his true spiritual potential. He eventually learned how to use his 'powers', and trained every day, waiting until the moment everyone would realize his true potential, as a seated soul reaper...
Speciality:
-Hakuda :: Hand-to-hand melee combat
-Hohou :: Speed and reaction time
Demon Magic:
N/A
Sample Chapter:
The air was warm, and humid. The wind blew softly through Tempest's thick hair. He was waiting for his opponent. He had found a small boy that day being tortured by an 11th division grunt. He was gonna show him his place, whatever the cause. This was where they would meet, to start the fight. Yes, Tempest goofed up, and in his moment of anger, challenged the man to a duel. It was to be held outside the entrance to his house in the city. The man, slowly approached over the horizon.
Looking up, Tempest grabbed his Zanpakuto, and unsheathed it, slowly. Perhaps he should've done it faster. Instantly, the man was above him, bringing down his sword. But when the sword landed, Tempest was nowhere to be seen. The man looked up, only to be shoved back to the ground by a knee-kick to the temple. Tempest had left his zanpakuto at his doorstep, as though he didn't even need it! The man, still on the ground, picked up a rock and threw it at Tempest. Crouching to avoid the rock, Tempest ran up, sweeping his fist along the ground, uppercutting the man back onto his feet. As Tempest did so, he did a backflip, drop kicking the man in mid air. Landing on his feet, Tempest swooped in, and threw a straight right into the man's gut, followed by another uppercut.
The man had found his bearings, and tried to slice tempest horizontally, but Tempest jumped over it, and dropped his heel behind the guy's head, slamming it into the dirt, knocked out. Tempest walked back to his house, grabbing his zanpakuto, and entering, closing the door behind him. "Too slow...", he sighed
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his kimono and pulled him back out.
"What'd you do to our boss!?"
"Uhm...boss?"
Tempest looked on to reveal at least ten people, all soul reapers. But they were lower class, like him. Chances are they didn't even know their swords' names yet. But yet again, neither did he. They rushed at him, screaming. Lower class people from the eleventh division. Boy, did he pick the wrong fight.
He ducked to avoid the first slash, and threw his weight into a punch to the mans' chin, sending him flying back. One of them ran up and grabbed Tempest from behind, as another rushed in and punched him in the gut. Tempest winced, and threw himself into a forward roll, smacking the guy in front with the guy behind. Another ran up with a relatively small sword, but when Tempest tried to dodge, it was apparently fast. It made a gash clean through his face, in between the eyes and across his nose.
The others watched as the two fought. Tempets had thrown his zanpakuto into the house. There'd be no way of getting to it. Jumping over the blade, Tempest spun into an ariel kick, slamming his heel into the mans' face, knocking him out instantaneously. The others took a step back as Tempest wiped the blood from his face, and faced them. Screaming, they ran away. Tempest walked back to the house, and slammed the door behind him. Perhaps he would have fit better into the eleventh division, or have made a good assassin instead? Who knew. He threw himself onto the couch, and went to sleep.
Age: 16 at death, 18 at S.S.
Division applying for: 7th
Personality:
A very sensitive person, but still maintains to keep a good composure. He usually spends time alone to keep from letting himself fall to his emotions. He's very serious, however, and is a force to be reckoned with dispite his immediate wimpiness. He trains every day in the ways of not only fist fighting, but swordsplay. Even without his zanpakuto, he's not to be underestimated. Too bad he's always worried about breaking his opponent....
Physical Appearance:
Quazi-long, dark brown hair hangs over his left eye. He doesn't look that strong. In fact, one would normally be afraid of breaking his bones just by looking at him. But those bones are devastatingly hard, and can compare easilly to the muscles of many that belong to the 11th division. His sandles are black. His eyes, grey. He has somewhat of a big nose, and a wicked grin that always seems to fall upon him upon the start of a battle. But normally, his face remains solemn, and bleak... White skinned, and pale.
Division:
7th division
Zanpakuto:
A small zanpakuto of about 3 ft. in length, but different than most. The handle is silver, a blue crystal orb ath the end of the hilt, opposite of the blade. The blade itself is white, and has a small notch on the end of it. The guard is shaped like a four point star, and seems to be made of a blue glass. But apparently, it's almost if not more durable, than steel.
Biography:
The kid was bullied by stronger kids in high school, due to the fact he was such an easy target. One day they went too far, and slaughtered him on the pavement, pushing him into the street, where a semi ran him over. (I plan to reveal more about this rp'ing.) But somehow, upon arriving at Soul society, he was in a Soul Reaper uniform. Apparently, all those years of being bullied slowly raised the anger and hate inside him, awakening his true spiritual potential. He eventually learned how to use his 'powers', and trained every day, waiting until the moment everyone would realize his true potential, as a seated soul reaper...
Speciality:
-Hakuda :: Hand-to-hand melee combat
-Hohou :: Speed and reaction time
Demon Magic:
N/A
Sample Chapter:
The air was warm, and humid. The wind blew softly through Tempest's thick hair. He was waiting for his opponent. He had found a small boy that day being tortured by an 11th division grunt. He was gonna show him his place, whatever the cause. This was where they would meet, to start the fight. Yes, Tempest goofed up, and in his moment of anger, challenged the man to a duel. It was to be held outside the entrance to his house in the city. The man, slowly approached over the horizon.
Looking up, Tempest grabbed his Zanpakuto, and unsheathed it, slowly. Perhaps he should've done it faster. Instantly, the man was above him, bringing down his sword. But when the sword landed, Tempest was nowhere to be seen. The man looked up, only to be shoved back to the ground by a knee-kick to the temple. Tempest had left his zanpakuto at his doorstep, as though he didn't even need it! The man, still on the ground, picked up a rock and threw it at Tempest. Crouching to avoid the rock, Tempest ran up, sweeping his fist along the ground, uppercutting the man back onto his feet. As Tempest did so, he did a backflip, drop kicking the man in mid air. Landing on his feet, Tempest swooped in, and threw a straight right into the man's gut, followed by another uppercut.
The man had found his bearings, and tried to slice tempest horizontally, but Tempest jumped over it, and dropped his heel behind the guy's head, slamming it into the dirt, knocked out. Tempest walked back to his house, grabbing his zanpakuto, and entering, closing the door behind him. "Too slow...", he sighed
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his kimono and pulled him back out.
"What'd you do to our boss!?"
"Uhm...boss?"
Tempest looked on to reveal at least ten people, all soul reapers. But they were lower class, like him. Chances are they didn't even know their swords' names yet. But yet again, neither did he. They rushed at him, screaming. Lower class people from the eleventh division. Boy, did he pick the wrong fight.
He ducked to avoid the first slash, and threw his weight into a punch to the mans' chin, sending him flying back. One of them ran up and grabbed Tempest from behind, as another rushed in and punched him in the gut. Tempest winced, and threw himself into a forward roll, smacking the guy in front with the guy behind. Another ran up with a relatively small sword, but when Tempest tried to dodge, it was apparently fast. It made a gash clean through his face, in between the eyes and across his nose.
The others watched as the two fought. Tempets had thrown his zanpakuto into the house. There'd be no way of getting to it. Jumping over the blade, Tempest spun into an ariel kick, slamming his heel into the mans' face, knocking him out instantaneously. The others took a step back as Tempest wiped the blood from his face, and faced them. Screaming, they ran away. Tempest walked back to the house, and slammed the door behind him. Perhaps he would have fit better into the eleventh division, or have made a good assassin instead? Who knew. He threw himself onto the couch, and went to sleep.