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07-06-2009, 05:27 PM
Name: Takahara Pēchin
Gender: Male
Age: 7 years old at death. 394 years old in Soul Society.
Appearance:
Takahara Pēchin is 6 foot 2 inches tall, more lean than muscular and he has darkly tanned skin with white shoulder length hair. He has light grey-blue eyes and a strong angular face. Always smiling, he has very white teeth and slightly longer sharper canines than usual. Pēchin looks around 25 years old, is always clean shaven and neat. He lounges at all times, even when standing up straight, and moves languidly. This could fool people into thinking that he is slow or lazy, but he can move with startling speed when need be. Pēchin also wears a red silk scarf loosely draped around his neck which he uses to cover his face in a fight.
Personality:
Being laid back and easy going, Pēchin takes things as they come and gets along well with people, he will avoid conflict if at all possible but will do what needs to be done. Sarcasm has often landed him in trouble and not everyone always understands his humour but those who get to know him find him warm and trustworthy. Pēchin is often soft spoken and reserved around people he doesn’t know, but is boisterous and loud amongst friends always joking and messing around. Few people really know Pēchin because although he is friendly he keeps a very small circle of close friends. It is very difficult to make him angry but once angry Pēchin is a deadly and unrelenting foe. Lastly Pēchin has a flexible view on rules and authority. He will follow any leader he respects into impossible situations but will bend the rules if he deems necessary.
Biography:
Of his former life Pēchin remembers little, other than a few faces and an intense dislike of Chihuahuas. Pēchin was quickly adopted by a small noble family after his arrival in Rukongai due mainly to his tanned skin, white hair and light grey-blue eyes. The family who adopted him all had this colouring and it was relatively unique to their clan. The other reasons behind this was that the clan had lost all its heirs and with an already low birth rate amongst the nobility where in real danger of the Takahara family name dying out. Feuds with more powerful clans and infighting had resulted in numerous leading men being assassinated, whilst five others had lost their lives as shinigami. Groomed for succession Pēchin was the last great hope for the family when just before his 17th birthday a feuding clan massacred the Takahara family, only Pēchin escaped the assassins by killing one and swapping clothes with him. He then left with the assassins before slipping off in the night and spent the next 300 or so years of his life surviving as a smuggler and vagabond in various districts of Rukongai and even setting up a smuggling ring within the Seireitei itself. When Pēchin heard that the head of the family that had ordered the assassination of his family, he snuck into their compound disguised as a servant and destroyed all their records related to his family and left a dagger on the pillow of the new family head as a warning. With the eventual discovery of the smuggling operation Pēchin decided to try and join the Daikokubashira Academy and try life on the other side of the law.
Division applying to: 8th Division
Zanpakuto appearance:
The blade is 75 cm long and sheathed in a pure white scabbard with clouds embossed on it. The handle is 30 cm long, with a carved ivory handle featuring interlocking musical symbols. A 5 cm red tassel hands from the end of the handle. The cross-guard is a red standard rectangular shape 3 cm by 6 cm and is unadorned. Pēchin wears his sword on his back, drawing it over his left shoulder.
Sample mission
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The wind in District 64 of Northern Rukongai was cold as it tugged at Pēchin’s scarf. He ignored it as he watched the scene below him. Three men were facing off against five, all armed with nasty looking weapons. Swords and axes and spears may be nasty in their own way but these were truly ghastly, modified pick-axes and pitchforks, a thick gnarled branch with nails bristling from its business end and others. These weapons would maul and mutilate and were about as alien to a good clean cut as a beggar is to a gold crown. The fact that they were being brandished by amateurish thugs mattered not one bit, even a neophyte only needed one lucky swing to split your head.
The opponents eventually engaged after much name calling and posturing. Quickly one’s brains were splattered across everyone involved and another succeeded in stabbing himself in the leg precisely where the main artery coursed down his inner thigh and added his own life blood to the mess below. Pēchin wasn’t entirely concerned who killed who as long as the man with the blue jacket would provide an opening for him to steal the amulet that was tucked away in a bag he carried on his back. Pick-pocketing was difficult enough but to do so in a melee was suicide. Pēchin had planned on letting them hopefully kill each other so he could just take the amulet when all was done. Things weren’t turning out that way however.
“For crying out loud!” Pēchin shouted as he dropped down out of the tree he had been hiding in, his red scarf draped around his head.
The side that had started with three now only had one and the other side, the side with the amulet, had four. Everyone stopped and stared at him for a moment in astonishment.
“Who the ...” Thwack Pēchin hit the speaker in the mouth with his scabbard before unsheathing his sword and stabbing him in the foot.
“No time for introductions I’m afraid.” Pēchin said, as he threw the scabbard at the man to his left who ducked straight into Pēchin’s foot. Spinning with the kick he dodged a swinging pick-axe and stabbed the holder of the pick-axe in the forearm. With two men now wailing in pain and another unconscious Pēchin sought out his target, who had stayed at the back.
“Kenji my old friend I believe you have something that belongs to me.” Pēchin said as he walked towards him.
“I’ve stolen nothing off of you Takahara.” Kenji replied backing away.
“An amulet... gold filigree, the kind you can open, only you probably didn’t manage to.” Pēchin said.
“I stole that from a lady in a market, not from you!” Kanji turned to run.
With a sigh Pēchin threw his katana at him, end over end and struck Kenji cleanly in the back of the head with the hilt, dropping him like a stone.
Pēchin walked over and after some digging around in Kenji’s bag found the amulet wrapped in a dirty rag. Turning around he found that the two he had injured were back up and moving towards him.
“If you were going to stab, or in your case bludgeon me in the back then that was your opportunity.” Pēchin said, tucking the amulet into his sash.
“You gonna pay!” replied the one he had hit first.
“You know you really talk too much big fella.” Pēchin answered before moving suddenly forward and punching him full in the face, felled like a tree the thug hit the floor unconscious.
Turning to the other Pēchin said “Boo!” and the man fell over backwards, jumped up, spun around throwing away his weapon, and ran straight into a tree. Thunk.
“Thank you stranger!” The man Pēchin had just saved from the others said from behind as he stabbed him in the back. Pēchin staggered forwards, and then fell to his knees. The man stabbed him again, this time in the side, puncturing a lung. Pēchin turned to try and fend off the next blow only to see his own katana slash down and slice into his chest. He grabbed the cross-guard and managed to wrest it away from his attacker but was kicked it the head for his troubles. As the edges of his vision darkened and he fell, unconsciousness reaching its cold hands to embrace him he could only say,
“Damn.”
Pēchin found himself floating in a sky full of clouds that looked two dimensional and somehow familiar. There was no ground beneath him but above him the stars glittered and sparkled far away in the black of space. A wind caressed his cheek, pulling filaments of his hair about his face when more a sensation of nearness than any warning from his senses told him someone was coming up behind him. Reaching over his shoulder to draw his sword, Pēchin found nothing. In the brief panic at realizing he was unarmed he then recognized the clouds, they were like the ones on his scabbard. With a deep breath he turned to face whoever it was smiling, only to find there was no one there.
The wind flapped at his scarf, blowing it into his face and temporarily blinding him, the presence was there again behind him. Spinning he found again nothing. Frustration beginning to creep in he moved so that he was higher than he had been facing down. How he did this he didn’t know but it worked so why question it he thought to himself. Again he felt someone behind him, above him as it were, this time he didn’t turn but waited. The wind blew gently against the back of his neck and the presence disappeared again.
“Who are you?” Pēchin asked quietly.
No reply.
“Not much of a talker then?” Pēchin said.
Again nothing.
“Ok then.” He whispered.
A soft laughter seemed to float on the wind as it breezed past him as it had before. Then more wind, and more and more until it was as if Pēchin was facing into a gale. Something began to resolve itself in his vision as the wind tore past him, it was the ground. Suddenly pain exploded in his body and he was back in the forest. The unconscious bodies of five men lay about him and his katana was clutched in his hand. There was no sign of the attacker and the amulet was gone. Dragging himself to his feet Pēchin slowly limped away into the woods.
Gender: Male
Age: 7 years old at death. 394 years old in Soul Society.
Appearance:
Takahara Pēchin is 6 foot 2 inches tall, more lean than muscular and he has darkly tanned skin with white shoulder length hair. He has light grey-blue eyes and a strong angular face. Always smiling, he has very white teeth and slightly longer sharper canines than usual. Pēchin looks around 25 years old, is always clean shaven and neat. He lounges at all times, even when standing up straight, and moves languidly. This could fool people into thinking that he is slow or lazy, but he can move with startling speed when need be. Pēchin also wears a red silk scarf loosely draped around his neck which he uses to cover his face in a fight.
Personality:
Being laid back and easy going, Pēchin takes things as they come and gets along well with people, he will avoid conflict if at all possible but will do what needs to be done. Sarcasm has often landed him in trouble and not everyone always understands his humour but those who get to know him find him warm and trustworthy. Pēchin is often soft spoken and reserved around people he doesn’t know, but is boisterous and loud amongst friends always joking and messing around. Few people really know Pēchin because although he is friendly he keeps a very small circle of close friends. It is very difficult to make him angry but once angry Pēchin is a deadly and unrelenting foe. Lastly Pēchin has a flexible view on rules and authority. He will follow any leader he respects into impossible situations but will bend the rules if he deems necessary.
Biography:
Of his former life Pēchin remembers little, other than a few faces and an intense dislike of Chihuahuas. Pēchin was quickly adopted by a small noble family after his arrival in Rukongai due mainly to his tanned skin, white hair and light grey-blue eyes. The family who adopted him all had this colouring and it was relatively unique to their clan. The other reasons behind this was that the clan had lost all its heirs and with an already low birth rate amongst the nobility where in real danger of the Takahara family name dying out. Feuds with more powerful clans and infighting had resulted in numerous leading men being assassinated, whilst five others had lost their lives as shinigami. Groomed for succession Pēchin was the last great hope for the family when just before his 17th birthday a feuding clan massacred the Takahara family, only Pēchin escaped the assassins by killing one and swapping clothes with him. He then left with the assassins before slipping off in the night and spent the next 300 or so years of his life surviving as a smuggler and vagabond in various districts of Rukongai and even setting up a smuggling ring within the Seireitei itself. When Pēchin heard that the head of the family that had ordered the assassination of his family, he snuck into their compound disguised as a servant and destroyed all their records related to his family and left a dagger on the pillow of the new family head as a warning. With the eventual discovery of the smuggling operation Pēchin decided to try and join the Daikokubashira Academy and try life on the other side of the law.
Division applying to: 8th Division
Zanpakuto appearance:
The blade is 75 cm long and sheathed in a pure white scabbard with clouds embossed on it. The handle is 30 cm long, with a carved ivory handle featuring interlocking musical symbols. A 5 cm red tassel hands from the end of the handle. The cross-guard is a red standard rectangular shape 3 cm by 6 cm and is unadorned. Pēchin wears his sword on his back, drawing it over his left shoulder.
Sample mission
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The wind in District 64 of Northern Rukongai was cold as it tugged at Pēchin’s scarf. He ignored it as he watched the scene below him. Three men were facing off against five, all armed with nasty looking weapons. Swords and axes and spears may be nasty in their own way but these were truly ghastly, modified pick-axes and pitchforks, a thick gnarled branch with nails bristling from its business end and others. These weapons would maul and mutilate and were about as alien to a good clean cut as a beggar is to a gold crown. The fact that they were being brandished by amateurish thugs mattered not one bit, even a neophyte only needed one lucky swing to split your head.
The opponents eventually engaged after much name calling and posturing. Quickly one’s brains were splattered across everyone involved and another succeeded in stabbing himself in the leg precisely where the main artery coursed down his inner thigh and added his own life blood to the mess below. Pēchin wasn’t entirely concerned who killed who as long as the man with the blue jacket would provide an opening for him to steal the amulet that was tucked away in a bag he carried on his back. Pick-pocketing was difficult enough but to do so in a melee was suicide. Pēchin had planned on letting them hopefully kill each other so he could just take the amulet when all was done. Things weren’t turning out that way however.
“For crying out loud!” Pēchin shouted as he dropped down out of the tree he had been hiding in, his red scarf draped around his head.
The side that had started with three now only had one and the other side, the side with the amulet, had four. Everyone stopped and stared at him for a moment in astonishment.
“Who the ...” Thwack Pēchin hit the speaker in the mouth with his scabbard before unsheathing his sword and stabbing him in the foot.
“No time for introductions I’m afraid.” Pēchin said, as he threw the scabbard at the man to his left who ducked straight into Pēchin’s foot. Spinning with the kick he dodged a swinging pick-axe and stabbed the holder of the pick-axe in the forearm. With two men now wailing in pain and another unconscious Pēchin sought out his target, who had stayed at the back.
“Kenji my old friend I believe you have something that belongs to me.” Pēchin said as he walked towards him.
“I’ve stolen nothing off of you Takahara.” Kenji replied backing away.
“An amulet... gold filigree, the kind you can open, only you probably didn’t manage to.” Pēchin said.
“I stole that from a lady in a market, not from you!” Kanji turned to run.
With a sigh Pēchin threw his katana at him, end over end and struck Kenji cleanly in the back of the head with the hilt, dropping him like a stone.
Pēchin walked over and after some digging around in Kenji’s bag found the amulet wrapped in a dirty rag. Turning around he found that the two he had injured were back up and moving towards him.
“If you were going to stab, or in your case bludgeon me in the back then that was your opportunity.” Pēchin said, tucking the amulet into his sash.
“You gonna pay!” replied the one he had hit first.
“You know you really talk too much big fella.” Pēchin answered before moving suddenly forward and punching him full in the face, felled like a tree the thug hit the floor unconscious.
Turning to the other Pēchin said “Boo!” and the man fell over backwards, jumped up, spun around throwing away his weapon, and ran straight into a tree. Thunk.
“Thank you stranger!” The man Pēchin had just saved from the others said from behind as he stabbed him in the back. Pēchin staggered forwards, and then fell to his knees. The man stabbed him again, this time in the side, puncturing a lung. Pēchin turned to try and fend off the next blow only to see his own katana slash down and slice into his chest. He grabbed the cross-guard and managed to wrest it away from his attacker but was kicked it the head for his troubles. As the edges of his vision darkened and he fell, unconsciousness reaching its cold hands to embrace him he could only say,
“Damn.”
Pēchin found himself floating in a sky full of clouds that looked two dimensional and somehow familiar. There was no ground beneath him but above him the stars glittered and sparkled far away in the black of space. A wind caressed his cheek, pulling filaments of his hair about his face when more a sensation of nearness than any warning from his senses told him someone was coming up behind him. Reaching over his shoulder to draw his sword, Pēchin found nothing. In the brief panic at realizing he was unarmed he then recognized the clouds, they were like the ones on his scabbard. With a deep breath he turned to face whoever it was smiling, only to find there was no one there.
The wind flapped at his scarf, blowing it into his face and temporarily blinding him, the presence was there again behind him. Spinning he found again nothing. Frustration beginning to creep in he moved so that he was higher than he had been facing down. How he did this he didn’t know but it worked so why question it he thought to himself. Again he felt someone behind him, above him as it were, this time he didn’t turn but waited. The wind blew gently against the back of his neck and the presence disappeared again.
“Who are you?” Pēchin asked quietly.
No reply.
“Not much of a talker then?” Pēchin said.
Again nothing.
“Ok then.” He whispered.
A soft laughter seemed to float on the wind as it breezed past him as it had before. Then more wind, and more and more until it was as if Pēchin was facing into a gale. Something began to resolve itself in his vision as the wind tore past him, it was the ground. Suddenly pain exploded in his body and he was back in the forest. The unconscious bodies of five men lay about him and his katana was clutched in his hand. There was no sign of the attacker and the amulet was gone. Dragging himself to his feet Pēchin slowly limped away into the woods.