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10-23-2008, 08:42 AM
Name: Shiro Tokai
Age at death:15
Age in Soul Society:165
Personality: Uncertain, Hateful-which unconsciously conceals being sociable, Irate. Loves life endangering battles. Has the attitude of someone who should be in the 11th Division alongside some of the most ruthless people of Soul Society. Yet, he does have a more sensitive side to him than meets the eye. Loves the feeling of being someone’s underdog in battle and fights to protect what rightfully his and his pride. Hates when innocent people get attack or are brought in the line of crossfire. He hates to see people down and pledges to try and do his best as a soul reaper. Though in times of a great fight he tends to get a little blood drunk during battle. This is only when he feels as though he is going to lose, though. This happens on rare occasions, but when it does it's a lot of bloodshed after that.
Physical Appearance: Wears a traditional Academy student garbs with no modifications. Tresses of tinted red hair hang to his shoulders, has a calm demeanor about himself. Stands at One hundred and seventy-seven centimeters and weighs in at a equal sixty-five kilograms. The warrior has a lean body and works hard to contain his naturally gifted physique, his features seem rather mystique. Tends to give off the impression that he's a honorable character, but that leads to his way of carrying himself in such a fit condition. Wearing clog sandals along his feet, with the tobi socks to comfort his feet during times of cold weather. His eye color are those of a hazel hue, which if you pan your view along his left arm is the tattoo of his family's crescent symbol. Not much is known of this as he didn't get that chance to discuss the reasons behind such a symbol.
There is so many ways to get this man confused with a woman, through his delicate features. Though underneath this surface of delicacy this man is a harbinger of dark and cruel intentions upon those that provoke him. The said features would be considered something that would coincide with his dark and guttural essence upon the reigns of actions. There has been views of his natural hair color every now and then. The male's original hair color was blonde, but dying it red proved to be his calling as he was known as a lover of Crimson liquid. Blood was something he came to love and hate, but knowing through only bloodshed that things could be proven right. Thus, why he chose this unnatural color for his guise. Too many conflicting ideas were stretched upon his body as he would be seen adorning a wrist band of doom upon his upper right arm. That was replaced upon acceptance within the academy with a white bandana. Standing out from the others, he chose it to be that way and would never change it for nothing. Something he cherished upon himself was his sense of style and ideals. Alas, graduating his original hair color would return to the silver white that was bestowed amongst his family fortunes. This would prove his skills within the 8th Division as he would begin his journey amongst the Shinigami as one of their own elite warriors to garner protection amongst the Gotei 13 and the balancer of both worlds.
Division: 8th Division
Zanpakuto: that is how he carries his zanpakuto. His zanpakuto also looks the same except around the hilt it's not the blue coloring around it, it has a black wrap around it kind of what Ichigo has around his. Its blade is not the normal color of a samurai sword. Its blade is black and it is about the size of an normal katana. That's about it and he carries it on his back with the leather strap and at times he has it on his side in the traditional shinigami way.
Biography: At a very young age Shiro was known around the neighborhood in Tokyo as an very troublesome and wild child as most kids tend to be. Trained in martial arts ever since he was old enough. He knew that they didn't understand the pain and suffering he went through. As he got around the age of 15 he began to notice the appearances of ghosts all over Tokyo. Then one day he felt as though something was bearing down on him from behind he looked back and saw that it was some creature that he had never seen before. The hollow attacked him and he was caught. As the hollow attacked him, he caught a glimpse of a man in a black kimono. As the man got there though it was too late, Shiro’s had been murdered in cold blood by a hollow. After the Shinigami killed the hollow he sent Shiro's soul away with a soul burial. Shiro found himself in a place called Rukongai and he was residing on the west side. Shiro began to learn how to survive quickly. He was always a quick learner. He began to develop and very arrogant attitude as well. Yet he continued on and then he learned that he was sent here by the Shinigami. That started his journey as an Soul Reaper.
Specialty: Zanjutsu and Hohou
Sample Chapter: This is a sample from previous story I had...
ongra walked through the forest in a some what good mood. It was a nice day and she was happy about it. Normally when she took walks it was raining or it was cold but today the sun was shining and it was warm. She looked at all the animals as she walked by and thought, ' Even the animals are enjoying themselves. It is not nice like this often so I better enjoy it while it lasts.'
She walked deeper in to the forest and a light breeze blew her long black hair back. She smiled and let the wind carry her hair up. She just loved the weather and was very aware that something could go wrong in her day. Something always went wrong in her day and most of the time it included Druin or her seeing a vision of death. She hated it and put the thought far from her mind. She sat down under a tree and watched the animals play. She heard footsteps and soon saw someone coming towards her....
Koukei is walking through the nice day with a very not so happy expression on his face. As he gets closer to a tree that a young girl was sitting there you began to notice the blood on his clothes. The animals began to scurry about frighten by the appearance of this strange and mysterious character.
He looks up surprised to see a young lady under the tree and he then continues his stroll towards the tree and sits on the opposite side of the tree. Looking up at the sky wondering why he was here and what was his purpose.
"Hmm...Do you come here often?"
Songra had caught the scent of blood and covered her nose. She wondered where it had come from as she watched the animals scatter and when she heard a voice speak to her jumped a bit. She realized it was a boy and calmly said, " Yes I do come here a lot but most of the time it is raining. It is not very often that I come here on nice days." She did not mind talking to this boy because she was willing to talk to most people who did not act in a violent manner towards her.
She felt the wind blow again and said, " Before I forget to tell you my name is Songra and if I may ask what is your name?" She was in a calm good mood and was willing to talk. She did not mind having a bit of company that was someone other other that her brother Druin and smiled. She watched a few birds fly and waited for him to awnser her....
Koukei shocked about the fact that she hadn't mention the smell of blood on him was now relieved. He then began to examine the surroundings around him so that nothing unexpected will catch him off guard.
" Well it's nice to meet you Songra. My name is Koukei Tenma, but you can just call me Koukei. I was wonderin why are you here all alone. This is one of those days where you spend it with a friend."
Koukei then walked over towards the nearby lake and begins to rinse his hands in the cool and refreshing water to get the blood off of him. Then there was a dark aura that could be felt through the air.
Koukei knew where the source of this aura was coming from. He noticed the aura and where it was coming from. It was him...
Songra smiled at him again and said, " Well it is nice to meet you Koukei. I am normally with my little brother Druin but he is off somewhere. I do not really mind though but why are you alone?" She did not want to be rude and mention the smell of blood because she herself was around it a lot and had grown to hate the very smell. She smiled again and sat with her back on the tree. She thought he was quite nice and hoped that he would be her friend.
She watched him go to wash his hands and felt a dark aura in the air and tried to find the source of it. She looked around and realized it was coming from Koukei. She walked over to him and said, " Koukei are you alright? Your aura is a bit strange so I just came to check on you and make sure you are alright." She did worry easily and most of the time it was for Druin. She had considered this strange boy her friend and placed her hand on his shoulder in concern while she waited for him to reply...
Koukei jumped back as Songra placed her hand on his shoulder. He didn't know what to do at the moment. This girl he just met had took it upon herself to be his friend. He looked at her very puzzled. Then all of a sudden he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Ugh...Argh....it's nothing. This only happens when i am thinking about the past. I can't seem to remember anything when i was young. So you were pretty close to Druin, huh?"
Koukei got up and walked over to the small creek that was across from the tree. And took his shirt off and pants and washed the blood out of them. As he took his shirt off he revealed a unholy scene countless scars and a strange scar on his stomach. He sat there in a tank top and shorts waiting for his clothes to dry.
SLP:1415
Age at death:15
Age in Soul Society:165
Personality: Uncertain, Hateful-which unconsciously conceals being sociable, Irate. Loves life endangering battles. Has the attitude of someone who should be in the 11th Division alongside some of the most ruthless people of Soul Society. Yet, he does have a more sensitive side to him than meets the eye. Loves the feeling of being someone’s underdog in battle and fights to protect what rightfully his and his pride. Hates when innocent people get attack or are brought in the line of crossfire. He hates to see people down and pledges to try and do his best as a soul reaper. Though in times of a great fight he tends to get a little blood drunk during battle. This is only when he feels as though he is going to lose, though. This happens on rare occasions, but when it does it's a lot of bloodshed after that.
Physical Appearance: Wears a traditional Academy student garbs with no modifications. Tresses of tinted red hair hang to his shoulders, has a calm demeanor about himself. Stands at One hundred and seventy-seven centimeters and weighs in at a equal sixty-five kilograms. The warrior has a lean body and works hard to contain his naturally gifted physique, his features seem rather mystique. Tends to give off the impression that he's a honorable character, but that leads to his way of carrying himself in such a fit condition. Wearing clog sandals along his feet, with the tobi socks to comfort his feet during times of cold weather. His eye color are those of a hazel hue, which if you pan your view along his left arm is the tattoo of his family's crescent symbol. Not much is known of this as he didn't get that chance to discuss the reasons behind such a symbol.
There is so many ways to get this man confused with a woman, through his delicate features. Though underneath this surface of delicacy this man is a harbinger of dark and cruel intentions upon those that provoke him. The said features would be considered something that would coincide with his dark and guttural essence upon the reigns of actions. There has been views of his natural hair color every now and then. The male's original hair color was blonde, but dying it red proved to be his calling as he was known as a lover of Crimson liquid. Blood was something he came to love and hate, but knowing through only bloodshed that things could be proven right. Thus, why he chose this unnatural color for his guise. Too many conflicting ideas were stretched upon his body as he would be seen adorning a wrist band of doom upon his upper right arm. That was replaced upon acceptance within the academy with a white bandana. Standing out from the others, he chose it to be that way and would never change it for nothing. Something he cherished upon himself was his sense of style and ideals. Alas, graduating his original hair color would return to the silver white that was bestowed amongst his family fortunes. This would prove his skills within the 8th Division as he would begin his journey amongst the Shinigami as one of their own elite warriors to garner protection amongst the Gotei 13 and the balancer of both worlds.
Division: 8th Division
Zanpakuto: that is how he carries his zanpakuto. His zanpakuto also looks the same except around the hilt it's not the blue coloring around it, it has a black wrap around it kind of what Ichigo has around his. Its blade is not the normal color of a samurai sword. Its blade is black and it is about the size of an normal katana. That's about it and he carries it on his back with the leather strap and at times he has it on his side in the traditional shinigami way.
Biography: At a very young age Shiro was known around the neighborhood in Tokyo as an very troublesome and wild child as most kids tend to be. Trained in martial arts ever since he was old enough. He knew that they didn't understand the pain and suffering he went through. As he got around the age of 15 he began to notice the appearances of ghosts all over Tokyo. Then one day he felt as though something was bearing down on him from behind he looked back and saw that it was some creature that he had never seen before. The hollow attacked him and he was caught. As the hollow attacked him, he caught a glimpse of a man in a black kimono. As the man got there though it was too late, Shiro’s had been murdered in cold blood by a hollow. After the Shinigami killed the hollow he sent Shiro's soul away with a soul burial. Shiro found himself in a place called Rukongai and he was residing on the west side. Shiro began to learn how to survive quickly. He was always a quick learner. He began to develop and very arrogant attitude as well. Yet he continued on and then he learned that he was sent here by the Shinigami. That started his journey as an Soul Reaper.
Specialty: Zanjutsu and Hohou
Sample Chapter: This is a sample from previous story I had...
ongra walked through the forest in a some what good mood. It was a nice day and she was happy about it. Normally when she took walks it was raining or it was cold but today the sun was shining and it was warm. She looked at all the animals as she walked by and thought, ' Even the animals are enjoying themselves. It is not nice like this often so I better enjoy it while it lasts.'
She walked deeper in to the forest and a light breeze blew her long black hair back. She smiled and let the wind carry her hair up. She just loved the weather and was very aware that something could go wrong in her day. Something always went wrong in her day and most of the time it included Druin or her seeing a vision of death. She hated it and put the thought far from her mind. She sat down under a tree and watched the animals play. She heard footsteps and soon saw someone coming towards her....
Koukei is walking through the nice day with a very not so happy expression on his face. As he gets closer to a tree that a young girl was sitting there you began to notice the blood on his clothes. The animals began to scurry about frighten by the appearance of this strange and mysterious character.
He looks up surprised to see a young lady under the tree and he then continues his stroll towards the tree and sits on the opposite side of the tree. Looking up at the sky wondering why he was here and what was his purpose.
"Hmm...Do you come here often?"
Songra had caught the scent of blood and covered her nose. She wondered where it had come from as she watched the animals scatter and when she heard a voice speak to her jumped a bit. She realized it was a boy and calmly said, " Yes I do come here a lot but most of the time it is raining. It is not very often that I come here on nice days." She did not mind talking to this boy because she was willing to talk to most people who did not act in a violent manner towards her.
She felt the wind blow again and said, " Before I forget to tell you my name is Songra and if I may ask what is your name?" She was in a calm good mood and was willing to talk. She did not mind having a bit of company that was someone other other that her brother Druin and smiled. She watched a few birds fly and waited for him to awnser her....
Koukei shocked about the fact that she hadn't mention the smell of blood on him was now relieved. He then began to examine the surroundings around him so that nothing unexpected will catch him off guard.
" Well it's nice to meet you Songra. My name is Koukei Tenma, but you can just call me Koukei. I was wonderin why are you here all alone. This is one of those days where you spend it with a friend."
Koukei then walked over towards the nearby lake and begins to rinse his hands in the cool and refreshing water to get the blood off of him. Then there was a dark aura that could be felt through the air.
Koukei knew where the source of this aura was coming from. He noticed the aura and where it was coming from. It was him...
Songra smiled at him again and said, " Well it is nice to meet you Koukei. I am normally with my little brother Druin but he is off somewhere. I do not really mind though but why are you alone?" She did not want to be rude and mention the smell of blood because she herself was around it a lot and had grown to hate the very smell. She smiled again and sat with her back on the tree. She thought he was quite nice and hoped that he would be her friend.
She watched him go to wash his hands and felt a dark aura in the air and tried to find the source of it. She looked around and realized it was coming from Koukei. She walked over to him and said, " Koukei are you alright? Your aura is a bit strange so I just came to check on you and make sure you are alright." She did worry easily and most of the time it was for Druin. She had considered this strange boy her friend and placed her hand on his shoulder in concern while she waited for him to reply...
Koukei jumped back as Songra placed her hand on his shoulder. He didn't know what to do at the moment. This girl he just met had took it upon herself to be his friend. He looked at her very puzzled. Then all of a sudden he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Ugh...Argh....it's nothing. This only happens when i am thinking about the past. I can't seem to remember anything when i was young. So you were pretty close to Druin, huh?"
Koukei got up and walked over to the small creek that was across from the tree. And took his shirt off and pants and washed the blood out of them. As he took his shirt off he revealed a unholy scene countless scars and a strange scar on his stomach. He sat there in a tank top and shorts waiting for his clothes to dry.
SLP:1415