[Application] Zetsumei Kiba <12th Division>

[Zetsumei Kiba]

Name: Zetsumei Kiba {{Translates into Death Fang}}

Gender: Male

Age of Death: 22
Age in Soul Society: 37

Appearance:
Unique is but one way to describe Zetsumei. Standing at 5’7” he is of average height. What make him unique though are his ice blue eyes resting beneath a mane of dark crimson hair. His physique is thin but exceptionally well developed at the age of 37. Noticeable markings include several runic tattoos which he came to learn the meanings of quickly upon his arrival at soul society. The silver and black rune on the left side of his neck stands for life, while the one on the back of his right hand was the markings of death. Three symbols run down the length of his spine as well. From top to bottom the symbols stand for endure, suffer, and live. Running down his back on either side of the symbols are tattoos of fallen angel wings. Scars are plentiful across his chest and back. Some he remembers and the others are residual from his life on the human world. Most noticeably was a scar that ran six inches across his left shoulder to the base of his neck and then slashed down across his chest and abdomen where it disappeared beneath his belt at his right hip.
His Shihakusho is a sleeveless black kimono with the symbol of chaos on his left breast paired with black Hakamas and sandals. Beneath his Shihakusho crimson bandages are tightly wrapped about his torso. Zet also chooses from time to time to don a conical straw hat.

Personality:
Zetsumei is a quiet storm approaching to strangers. He is normally silent until brought into conversation or provoked. He can be pleasant enough though, so long as he is given the respect he is due from his equals. Not having any friends to date it is rather difficult to say if his persona would change when surrounded by friends or not. Very much the loaner, and or wanderer at heart, he is very content to spend his time outside the society in the forest nearby.

Biography:
Life before the Daikokubashira Academy was rather isolated for Zetsumei as he came from the southern district of the Rukongai. Upon arriving in the heavily wooded southern Rukongai Zet moved off into forest to live alone. After several days of sleeping beneath the stars he found what he would come to know as home. A lone fortress long abandoned deep within the southern Rukongai. Having no idea as to who would build such a thing, or why they would abandon it, Zetsumei spent several days exploring the compound. After completing his exploration he chose a room near ground level and set up his small hovel.
Day to day his routine never strayed. Upon waking Zet trained in the ways of combat for several hours, a residual habit that had been deeply seeded into his way of life in the world of the living. Afterwards he would set out to hunt or fish his evening meal. The rest of his day is merely consumed by systematic exploration and expanding his knowledge of the forested area known as the southern Rukongai.
Though Zet will never admit it, it was his explorations of the heavily wooded district that lead him to find his Zanpakuto. For it was during one such exploration that he heard the bestial calling of the blades. His curiosity overcoming his feelings of self preservation Zet then investigates. Coming to a clearing he finds a blade black as onyx and another white as ivory with crimson and black wraps. Grasping them in his hands forever seals his fate as the bestial roar reverberates through his very being, the blades claiming their rightful master.
Destiny had many more turns for Zet as fate brought him to a chance encounter with a captain grade Shinigami. Upon the meeting they engaged in mock battle for several tense moments. Sensing the strength within Zetsumei the Shinigami offers him a position within the academy.

Division Applying To: Twelfth Division

Zanpakuto Appearance:
His right handed Zanpakuto is a katana measuring 44 inches total length. The blade itself is composed of an onyx black material and measuring 32 inches. The guard is of a silver make with a dark dragon engraved on the blade side. The handle is 12 inches long with black leather wrap and a silver pommel. The saya or scabbard is also black as onyx with a golden dragon emblazoned in the mid section.
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His left handed Zanpakuto is also a katana sharing the same measurements as his right handed blade. The blade is composed of a material white as ivory but with a consistency to match the strongest of steels. The guard black as onyx has a white dragon engraved on the blade side and couples the blade to an ivory handle with a crimson leather wrap. The saya or scabbard is also of white ivory with a midnight blue dragon emblazoned in the mid section.
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[Zetsumei Kiba]

Sample Mission:
Sleep had been troubled as of late for Zetsumei. Dreams had become haunting nightmares for the past several weeks, this night being no exception. Tossing and turning his dream is of combat, something Zet had been excellent at since before he could remember. In this particular dream he faced a particular beast of the likes he had never encountered. Its size un-imaginable as it towered before him a massive hole in its chest. What appeared to be the mask of a human the only thing giving this monstrosity any form of a head? Vigilantly he fought with his blades, but seemingly nothing would affect this creature. Swept up in a massive hand after relentless fighting he screamed as the being seemed to open its massive maw to swallow him.

A cold sweat poured forth as Zetsumei sat bolt upright on his bed, the images of the dream fresh within his mind. With a shake of his head he pulled himself out of his bed making his way across the room to a basin on the table at the far wall. Pale blue eyes stared at him as he looked into the mirror at himself. Running a hand through his shoulder length crimson hair he sighed again reaching for the leather thong he used to tie his hair back out of his face. Shaking his head he made his way down through the fortress to the inner courtyard. As he walked out into the sunlight a cool blast of air sent chills through his body, the fresh air waking his senses fully. Moving his head side to side he cracked his neck before stretching his limbs.

Standing in a fighting stance with his leading hand down and his other held up at a guard he began a slow methodical routine. Thus was the beginning to every day of Zet’s life as he had known this routine since before he could remember. As he progressed through the routine his speed gradually began to increase. Soon enough dust flies as he spins in a torrent of movement his eyes closed as deep within his mind he fought an unknown foe.

~ Today is just another day~ he thought to himself as he moved to a wooden practice dummy with several pegs jutting out in all directions. Slow and rhythmically he began his second drill picking up speed steadily until he became so entranced in his exercise that the only sound was the deafening crack of the pegs. With an open palm he sent the dummy sliding across the ground six feet and stood poised as if awaiting another foe to appear.

After several more hours of training Zet scooped up his straw hat and short walking staff. Donning his hat he moved off into the forest to check several of his snares in hopes of finding the nights meal. As he moved through the forest he fealt a bestial energy reverberate within his being almost as if guiding him by sheer instincts alone. Shrugging off the notion he stoped to check the first snare only to find it hanging empty, the vegetation used to bait the snare long gone. With a sigh he reached into a pouch and pulled a carrot from within. Cutting a section of the carrot off, he reset his snare and moved on.

Pausing to catch his breath later in the day Zet sat beneath a great tree that was easily four times his height wide. Leaning against the trunk he pulled his straw hat down over his eyes and closed his eyes to enjoy a nap within the shade. Moments pass and a great bestial roar rumbled through the forest causing the lesser wild life to start and flee with terror. Pushing his straw hat up with a finger he slowly opened his left eye arching his eyebrows. “Now what?” was his dry remark as he yawned and stood. Though his mind told him to take leave from this area of the Southern Rukongai he shrugged it off, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Again feeling the bestial energy reverberate within his being he followed the urgent feeling rather than ignoring it. As he moved the hair on the back of his neck began to stand on end and his senses seemed as if heightened from suspense. Moving to the edge of a clearing he paused, listening for any movement before stepping into the open. As he moved across the clearing he kept his eyes moving for any signs of an ambush as he did not know what he faced. Pausing he looked about the clearing and his eyes rested on a pair of katana laying beneath a fallen tree near the far edge of the clearing. Walking over he looked down upon the blades and again fealt the bestial energy reverberating through his body.

One blade was encased in an onyx black saya, a Golden dragon emblazoned in the mid section of the saya. The guard was silver with a black leather wrapped handle and a silver pommel. The other looked very similar to the first with the exception that its saya was made of ivory and had a midnight blue dragon emblazoned upon its middle. The second blades guard was onyx, with crimson leather wrapped ivory handle and an onyx pommel. Awestruck Zetsumei bent down grasping the Onyx blade with his right hand and the ivory blade with his left. As he stood the bestial roar exploded from within him, his spiritual pressure bursting forth like a gust of wind flattening the grass around him as the blades claimed their rightful master.

As the moment subsided Zet fell to a sitting position laying the blades across his legs. Staring in amazement at the Zanpakuto he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. A pressure forms at the back of his mind, but when he tried to find it the pressure fades away. “I must be losing myself.” He said shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind. Standing with the blades once more he fidgeted with them as he tucked them into his sash. Positioning them for a cross styled draw he practiced drawing the blades. As each blade slid free from its saya Zet was amazed once more to find that the blades colors match that of their perspective scabbards.
Sheathing the blades once more he looked about for any on lookers and moved from the clearing back into the forest, the events of the day fresh in his mind.

[Cyclonus_Zaero]

This is a pretty solid APP for the most part. Once you get into the depths of your missions you can use other things you can use than Zet's name is, the man, the Shinigami, or if the case presents its self, the student or the wanderer. There are few typos in the body that I feel can be fixed with progression of play here at BARPG. And lastly; I am sorry but you will need to change the tense of you Sample Mission. Fix these things and we'll talk!