[Application] NagoyakaYochi<11th Division>

[ElCubano]

Name:

Nagoyaka Yochi
“Gentle Earth ”

Gender:

Male

Age:

Age of death: 19

Current Age: 612


Appearance:

Starting form the top of the mans body, one will find rich and voluminous dark brown hair running down onto his shoulder blades, wavy and a bit curly- separated at the front of his head to the sides, though his hair covers both his ears with the up most of ease. The next thing one would notice upon the features of this male would be his eyes- a sufferer of a blood linked disease by the name of “Heterochromia”. Due to that, his right eye takes on the rich dominate color of forest green, while his left eye seems to take on a shade of coffee brown, colors that appear to be more of earth orientated pallets. Now, he isn't a fond user of the daily “Shave” and because of that, one will find short roots of hair neatly arranged around his face, though it can mostly be considered stubble.

Next, his body is that of amazement. With incredible height [he stands at a towering 6'6 and weights a decent 202.4 pounds] comes impressive amounts of muscle, his body seems to be primarily made up of muscle. Scars can be seen littered across his upper arms, mainly around his biceps, though they are all generally light- and upon his body one will find two deep scars; one to be located across his chest in a slightly jagged diagonal movement, and the other to be found near the center point of where his navel and pectorals which stretches onto his backside. These scars are that of darker pigment among his skin, signifying the sheer force used to mark such dangerous things. As you would imagine, his body is quiet heavily marred, and that is not where it ends- upon his left pectoral one will find the Kanji for “Flower” engraved in dark ink. With all and all said, his body is finely toned, the muscles that are to be spread across his upper body are in incredible condition- he believes in daily 'over doing it' work outs.

Next and finally comes his lower body. Nothing to exactly mention without going into un-needed detail. His legs hold an equal number of scars to be littered across them, scars that could almost be considered darker, almost a deeper tone to tell all truth. Though, on his right thigh, going down onto his shin, one will find a scar of that length to be marked onto it. His clothing consider that of the regular Shinigami garbs, though it seems to be slightly altered, and by that- it is sleeveless, as well as a bit loose near the chest, showing a slight portion of his tattoo, as well as portions of his dark and heavy scars.

The voice of this man can range on many octaves, but generally stays at a calm tone, not speaking to loud- or too low. It seems to fit somewhere with in the middle. Though in times of battle it seems to raise to a roar for shouts.

Personality:

Calm:

This is something one wouldn't generally think he would possess, a feeling of norm, a normal persona when to be met on normal terms, and friendly terms. When calm this man doesn't exactly speak much unneeded propaganda, he'll crack a joke, laugh at a joke, or make a remark, but nothing too unneeded. When he is branded as 'calm' he generally keeps a clean mouth and a slight grin on the edge of his lips while he is to chat with people, being more polite towards females, and while with the guys he'll simply say things form time to time, usually meaning them as a joke. The man seems to enjoy peace to a grand extent, and that is something that simply contrasts against his appearance. When given the opportunity the man will easily spend hours upon hours laying amongst the flowers. He says they hold a special warmth with them, and this warmth is what draws him.

Blood Lust:

A contrast to his calm personality, a grand contrast. This is what one will notice when he is to fight, his darker side. This is noticeable when he is to be battling, in fact- this only happens when he is to battle. And in an appearance, one will notice it with in his eyes, they become dull- and then to be found along with those dull eyes would be a sense of regret, but at the same time a sense of thrill in excitement. Upon his face is a more serious dementia, but that doesn't really mean much, while smile when your attempting to cut blood for your own amusement? Though, when given the chance, he isn't above devouring blood, licking it off his blade if needed, this seems to provide a slight sense of fear upon a opponent. Though he knows when it needs to be stopped. But, there are times when he hits a 'rampage' or so he seems to call it, and that is when he is out for blood- but for certain reasons.

Loyal

You ever notice how if you treat a pet nicely, or if you ever do something kind for another person, they seem to grow rather fond of you, and stand up for you when they are able to? Well, this is generally how Naga is when he becomes loyal toward any specific person. Though, the thing is, he doesn't exactly have many people to be loyal, friends are friends, but not all friends are too close. When he is Loyal to a person, that is one of his strongest commitments towards them- he will make certain they stay safe, he will make certain they remain unharmed, and he will even bend the rules to unknown extents to keep those he deals worthy safe. Though, gaining his loyalty isn't the easiest of tasks, though it may be. It can be as easy as simply speaking him and make him chuckle slightly, or having to end up risking your life, what ever he sees fit, though this man is a powerful ally to have on your side, so he is one you want to make sure likes you.

Intellectual:

Some may have not thought about it, but he has smarts- or at least he does when it comes to battle. In battle he considers more then just any regular slash, he tries to anticipate the movements of his opponents, he tries to corner them, to stop them from regretting anything, or having himself do particular movements that he may one day regret himself. In other terms he can be considered a tactician with in battle, and that is what one may not expect from this man. Though, he does what he can to make a battle last, if it is possible.

Romantic:

A trait most, if not all men, seem to have. His romance seems to be shown through writing, as well as well as lyrical song. It may appear a bit odd to most people, but being calm is a an amazing thing when one seems to actually understand the man. The octave he seems to talk with allows him to hold some what of an 'intoxicating' voice, and with that... he has been able to sing properly. Though he does his best to not get mixed up with in these affairs, such as this- for when one is on the mind, it is difficult to properly battle one, or so that is what he believes. The past has shown to be a grand demonstrator of such a thing, or so he thinks.

Strike of intrest.

The man surely has his ways of boosting ones demeanor towards a certain subject, most well known woudl be battle. Taunts are usually the supporting fist behind this all, calling people things ranging from 'coward' to curses, though that usually is never done, or has to be done. When it is needed, he himself will easily place himself in harms way to help boost any form of moral, to show his comrads that he will do his best to help them win, and hopefully that will arouse their intrest towards the battle, and elevate their courage as well. though as you would imagine, he is generally kinder towards females, the moral thing to do- the few morals this man will show in the open.

[ElCubano]

Biography:

Before Death

The life this man had lived had been a simplistic one, it had been one with few troubles, but few likes as well- rather dull. That was, until he had reached the age of nine, where things had begun to change. At the age of 9 he had entered a powerful argument with his care takers- his mother and father, andw tih in the argument he had spoken words which he would regret, and swiftly he would take his leave. He would spend three days and nights on the streets of Japan, learning more things they he would imagine, realizing how much destruction and monstrous things could had been found upon the small streets of his home town. He would learn one thing as well- survival of the fittest, though he didn't generally like thinking of it as that. So he would only continue his roaming, attempting to find a place to live- until he realized something, he had a friend, after all.

Though, soon he would end up living with a close friend of his. And with that, he would only begin to grow a better bond with his friend, as well as gain a much more serious grip around training his physical body to a grand proportion. You see, his friends family had been the owners of a Gym, and with that Gym, Nagoyaka would had soon begun to start his work outs, gaining grand amounts of physical strength as the time would pass, as well as height- when you work out a lot, your bound to get hungry, and when you eat, vitamins and minerals are placed with in your muscles and bones. This would soon become a daily routine, he would help out at the gym, and then become of daily user of it when he was given the change, which had usually been around the time of dusk. Soon he would gain more and more strength, his muscles would become better toned, and his skin would darken from working outside from time to time.

School Life

Entering Junior High school had been a difficult task for this male, he hadn't gotten along with many people at first, for they feared him- the boy was obviously much larger then a majority of his peers. Though, with time things would simply cool down, and he would soon be accepted into the scholastic form of learning. Though being accepted hadn't made things much easier, he had bit of a difficulty when it came to staying on subject, his mind would drift off into untold portions of literature as well as history, and that had only caused problems for him. Though Junior high would eventually end, and he would had graduated from it like that, and then move onto High school, which he would never be able to finish.

The day of his death had been a relatively calm one, it had been one of silence, of sleepiness, of light-hearted-ness, though what he thought had been wrong. Being a male, he would had eventually fallen for a female, and with that, his demise would draw near. Being a male, he would also have a sense of being a bit protective, and that would help further his downfall- they would be mugged. He had made a mistake of entering the Gym through the ally with his crush, and there he would be cornered by three men, and obviously not wanting to give up the female, he would do what he could to put up a fight- though being unarmed would not help, he would jabbed to death by a simply Katana. His death had been slow and painful, and the last thing he would simply remember where tears and shouts to be floating around him- those shouts would had been from the female he had cared for, her screams had called attention, and then they had died. The last feeling that would be remembered would be that of a soft hands shaking him, and warm tears to hit his cooling skin.

Soul Society

Though, oddly enough- the man hadn't become a Hollow, he had cared for the female, though the feelings he had held for her weren't strong enough to bound him to the earth. So he would spend years with in the Rukongai's 57 district. It wasn't that bad of a place, but there had been petty crimes that would be committed from time to time, and that would had only been an annoyance to the male Himself, so with that- he would simply gain in strength and move forward to get out of that poverty stricken place. With that, he would soon enroll himself into the Shinigami Academy, and would only then begin his training into becoming a Shinigami. Learning more things then he would ever imagine, though he had held great difficult with in Kidou, making some things more difficult for him. Life with in the Shinigami Academy had been simple, when it came to wielding a Zanpakuto, he would be the one to subdue his opponents, he had been quicker and more agile, despite his bulky side- though even when he lost he would acknowledge his opponent with a simple grin.

And now he only continues to gain his strength, trying to do his beast to gain a more evolved form of power, though of difficult it may appear. As you would imagine, he has met people with in his time at the Soul Society. Though he had spent most of his time simply training, gaining strength before heading to the Academy.



Division applying to:

11th Division

Zanpakuto appearance:

Starting with the length of it- it is at a decent 75 Cm, making it a bit larger then that of any regular Katana, as well as give it more length and power. The length of the blade makes it a bit difficult for those that aren't use to longer bladed weapons to wield, as well as that, the way the weight is distributed could rise difficulty to the uncertain user. Now, beginning at the hilt, the hilt seems to hold a straight black color, and along it one with find darker shades of black- Onyx black to be correct. Next, the guard of the blade is in the shape of a white rose, slightly polished once more, and this raises question- why would it be in such a shape? Some would believe it is used for battle, a rose being shaped in many ways would make it a suitable thing for catching a blade if the durability would last, allowing a strong counter attack to be performed, or maybe a simple distraction to arise. Though that isn't exactly the reason, he has it in that way for his simple enjoyment.

[I will post the last section in a little. I need to write it out and all.]

[ElCubano]

Sample chapter:


High above the Soul Society, strong winds would blow slowly and calmly. There had been nothing with in the sky these days, there had been no clouds, no birds. It had been like life had been removed from such an area, life had been non existent, though what one may have not noticed was that with in the Rukongai's 57th district shouts of pain would echo throughout the place- blood curdling yelps of fear and regret as they would quickly be silenced, not from death, but by exhaustion and utter fear. The noises that had been heard had been disturbing noises, they had been noises of strong punches colliding against the bare flesh of another- snapping bones that would lay there with little to no difficulty, and the cause of this all? A large man, considered large on any regular standard in size.

“I didn't mean to do it! I only needed some money!”

A voice would shout as it would take a heavy breath afterwards, now trying to flee from this beast. The man had no intention to kill the fool, but to teach him a lesson, that is what he had wanted to do. Derk brown hair would bounce with each and every single step the man would take, his feet would press violently against the earth as he would only speed up, gaining more homage towards the male. The muscles that would had been placed with in his legs would work like the cogs in the factory- matching perfectly as each step would be token, as each and every single movement would be initialized. A Slight grin would be masked on the edge of his lips, this had started to become fun, the male had been able land a single strike upon the body of Nago, and that had fueled his passion to teach the male a lesson- the strike hadn't hurt him, but it more or less annoyed him. Though now he would near the male, and slow down slightly- he would build energy with in his calves, preparing a jump- and then flying forward.

“Got 'yah!”

The words would escape his mouth as a near roar as he would grab a strong grip of the mans shoulder with one hand, and repeat the same action with his other hand, bringing him onto the ground. This hadn't been difficult at all, the man had been about half his weight, or so he would estimate, though what he would wonder is why the man would had attempted something so foolish- exactly why would someone that had been almost half his weight attack him? Especially if they had been unarmed, the punch had done nothing to him,a nd to be honest- he might have injured his first slightly, punching tightly packed muscles isn't the easiest of task to do and perform, in fact, it was stupid. But that hadn't mattered now, he would make the male regret it, and if he had to, he'd make the man urinate himself, though that probably wouldn't have happened. He would give a snarl at the man who now had been faced down against the earth.

“So... tell me... what was the point?”

He would give a snicker at the end of it to add a bit of anticipation to it, to almost add a slight feeling of fear, to the fool at least. His hair would dangle in front of his face now, and his eyes had seemed to glow slightly, green a brown- a nice combination, this man almost appeared to be almost based upon the earth. His hair would dangle as he would draw near, the hair scattered across his face evenly would be more noticeable now, though that hadn't mattered- and the next words he would hear from this man would be as he expected.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean too! PLEASE!”

Those words would had been followed by intense shaking, trying to break free from the mans grasp, a completely full on grasp would be on the shoulders of this man, and he wouldn't let go- in fact, he had added more pressure, using more and more strength that would be located with in his muscles. Though with the more pressure he would add, the more the man would squirm around trying to get away, the more and more he would do it, the more obvious his attempt on getting away would be shown, but almost instantly- he would stop. The man would only sigh softly, and tears would exit the side of his eyes now, he couldn't help but cry now, the thoughts of dying such a unneeded death appeared so close to him now. Though the next thing he would here would make him wonder, and that would had been laughter.

“Ahaha... Coward- don't try such idiotic things. Now, I'll give you two minutes to leave.”

He would say with a simple grin, it seemed as if his personality had almost changed now. He would give more of a playful laugh as he would now prop himself up, though he would use the males body to allow him tot do it, pushing violently he would now be in the air, though the male would only be in the ground- further. He would wait a few seconds, though he hadn't moved at all, was he stun with fear? Had he passed out with fear? This was an odd thing to think about, really? And now he would only wait one minute, trying to figure out what would happen. With that he would simply kneel down, but as he did that he would notice something- the man had been unconscious. He would only laugh now, chuckle if anything.

“Ahha... I over did it...”

He would say with a slight grin and sigh now. This had appeared to make the man laugh slightly? Why was that? Why had there been such a switch in his personality? No, he had simply found it a bit amusing how he had unintentionally made the man pass out. Though with that, he would only let out a simplistic sigh, it hadn't been as if it had really mattered at all, the man would wake up sooner or later, so he would only have to take his leave. Turning his body is what he would simply do, and now he would take steps backwards placing a hand over his mouth as he would yawn, and then he would only need to take a few foot steps onward, and with all that done he would leave the place. The dust would rise from his foot steps as he would do this, slowly meeting the grass underneath him, soon meeting it and crushing it. His impression on the earth would be made.

[Xemorus]

Wow, there isn't really much that I can comment on. It all looks very good to me. I'd say go ahead and read over everything to make sure its exactly to your liking and post a final.

[ElCubano]

Okay, thank you.

Yes, I believe I am ready now- I have added a brand new thingie with in the profile.