Name: Kurama Himura
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Free spirited and easy going. Happy go lucky with a dark side you do not want to awaken...Appearance:
White haired with a blue tint. Most of the time seen wearing his black soul reaper robes or a set of silk, white robes with a oceanic pattern on it.Sealed Zanpakutō :
The sealed blade is a regular katana, with a blade length of about 80 cm. The katana is characterized by its curved, slender, single edged blade, squared guard, and long grip to accommodate two hands. The color of the blade has a faint blue shimmer to it and is rather cool to the touch.History/Background:
Kurama grew up in the Junrinan district, part of West Rukongai. He'd always love to watch as some of the soul reaper's came out of the Seireitei to entertain the children there. It wasn't an everyday thing though, most soul reapers were too busy to ever even step outside the great walls. Kurama had grown rather attached to a young soul reaper that had been entered into the ranks of the 10th Court Guard Squad. The man had told him stories of what it was like going out on missions and fighting hollows. Kurama had loved such stories and othen wished he'd one day get a chance to become a Soul Reaper. That day eventually came, Kurama took classes at the "Shinigami Academy".
Kurama had an average understanding of Kidō and swordplay. The most talented skill he had though, was his quick reflexes. He was fast, really fast. Other more skilled swordfighters in the academy were even at a loss simply because of their slower reflexes. Many teachers said that if Kurama would practice making his attacks inflict more damage and put more effort in learning kidō, he'd make a great Vice Captain some day. Kurama eventually completed his training and applied to Squad 10, after his old friend, who had been killed in action only a few short years prior to Kurama's graduation. Kurama was accepted with a very low seat, though he understood no one started at the top, unless you were nobility.
He took on any tasks he could find, always up for a new challenge. But unless guarding an empty corridor was challenging, there usually wasn't all that much to do. Recently however, Kurama started having strange dreams. He didn't understand what the hell they meant, they were short and usually had to do with him being trapped within a call made out of ice shards. It was all very strange...
Each character gets 20 skill points to start of with assign them to either:Spirit power: 4.5
Kidou Mastery: 8
Fighting skill: 8
Rp sample: (For a different Bleach Roleplay [Character: Marlamin])
As Marlamin walked to the end of the street, he stopped to scan for more spirit energy. Only a few seconds of scanning, he snapped open his eyes and gasped, then quickly leaping forward, nearly dodging a swipe from an over sized claw. He tumbled a few feet and tried to re-establish his stance. The claw belonged to a giant hollow, standing way over two stories tall. This hollow was definitely different from the norm. "Oh, shit. Not a Gillian"
, was just about all he could say before the thing took another swipe at him. Once again, he dodged out of its way, just barely escaping the deadly claws. "Come forth, Rosutsu Souru!"
His shimmering scythe appeared before him, reflection the moonlight off of it's deadly curved blade. He leaped into the air, dodging yet another blow, and came down on the hollow's being with great precision. The slash had hurt it greatly but it was far from being defeated. What the Gillian lacked in intelligence and agility, its strength more than made up for it. The hollow howled at the pain as the spirit energy was sucked from his body. The behemoth ripped at its shoulder to remove the blade that had been lodged within. Marlamin was forced to spring away, leaving his weapon where it had been embed. The giant ripped the "flesh" away from its shoulder, leaving a chunk where the scythe once was. "Damn it! It seems I'm going to have to deal with you without his help. Hadō #31, shakkahō!"
A ball of red energy was fired at the hollow. It landed in the center of its mask, leaving a cloud of smoke that obscured Marlamin's vision. The smoke started to lift to reveal the damage, but the blast only left a slight charring. The hollow lurched foward, "Shō!"
At these words, the hollow was flung back about ten feet, enough to let him move further away without the risk of being attacked from behind. He only managed to get about another ten feet before he noticed a large shadow cast over him. The hollow had leaped into the air and now was about to land right on top of him...
Marlamin stood there, unable to move, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get himself far enough away in time. He could only flash step a couple times in the human realm, and he had already done so recently. He was completly and utterly defeated. "Take me, oh merciful one"
he spoke to the heavens.
He shut his eyes, ready for the inevitable. When he didn't feel the pain he was expecting, he had assumed that his death had indeed been quick and painless. He sighed with relief that he didn't have to suffer for any amount of time, being ripped away at by the behemoth's teeth. He felt a cool breeze pass by him, carrying the sound of an unnatural, evil screeching. He opened his eyes to see that he was still standing in the same spot he was in a few minutes ago. The hallow was not to be found. He looked around and noticed more charring on the ground. Then another scream echoed through the town. A few bright flashes of crimson lit up the area nearby. The hollow crashed through the trees, landing on its back, covered in blood. A figure leaped in the air over head, equipped with a brilliantly crafted bow of spiritual energy. The figure was feminine, having long brown hair and a pair of glasses resting on her nose. She fired another shinning arrow into the hallow, almost shattering its mask. As it began struggling to get to its feet, Marlamin ran up to the hollow and unleashed one of his strongest Kidōs... "Hadō #54, haien!"
A giant blast of purple spiritual energy erupted over the gillian, completly incinerating the hollow. The flames died down and Marlamin searched for the woman, but she was nowhere to be found. "Where did that quincy get off to?"
he asked no one in particular. He pulled his blade, now returned to normal form, from the smoldering ashes. As he did so, the ashes flew off into the distance and dissappeared from sight.