ShinigamiName: Garin Shane
Age: Appears 26/ Actual Age: 260
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 260 lbs
Gender: Male
Personality: Garin has something of a hero complex. He's quick to come to the rescue of someone he thinks needs his help. This side of his personality is strange however when one considers the fact that while Garin is a generally good guy to most, he's a downright scoundrel to anyone he perceives as an enemy. He won't hesitate to fight dirty, lie, or cheat in order to bring them down. Garin is of average intelligence.
Appearance: Garin is tall and heavily muscled, making an intimidating figure to most who see him. Most would consider him handsome, though his bearing tends to make him come off as scary long before someone would normally notice his good looks. He has very short, bleach blond hair.
Sealed Zanpakutō : Garin's Zanpakuto is a Wakizashi, a type of short katana meant more for stabbing then cutting. The hilt is simple, with a tan leather grip.
Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:
Spirit power: 15
Speed: 20
Intelligence: 10
Fighting skill: 20
(+5 at Rank 1)
History/Background: As a young man, Garin found he had a gift for boxing. He practiced every day, and his parents were supportive. His training continued for years until, as one might suspect, he began fighting his way towards a title shot.
Shortly into his career, Garin was approached by the mob to fix a fight. Being the type of man he was, he refused. Over the next few months he was approached many more times, and once again, each time he refused. Finally, on the night of his title match he was approached once again. Once again he refused. The mobsters shot him in his locker room while he waited for the fight to start.
Unable to move on at the injustice of it all, Garin tried to make someone see who had killed him, but he was unable to effect the physical realm as a ghost. Luckily for him, the local Shinigami was secretly a boxing fan and saw his death. He took a moment to get an autograph from Garin before performing the soul burial.
Garin was reborn in soul society and grew up much like many others in the Rukongai. Growing up there required that he fight hard every day to survive, but this worked for him. He was never one in life to believe in all the things people spoke of regarding "auras" and "chi," and so it took him by surprise when he learned about Rietsu, and that he apparently had a rather high one for a kid out in the Rukongai. However, even with an exceptional level of Rietsu, he never thought of trying to get into the Seireitei like so many others dreamed of. It wasn't until he was just over 200 years old that it finally occurred to him. He had been working as a guard for a merchant. His knowledge of boxing mixed with his powerful Rietsu and imposing figure made him a perfect guard. One day, he stopped a thief with a knife, beating him soundly. A Shinigami came along at just the right moment and observed the fight. He was impressed and apparently could feel Garin's Rietsu. Because of this, Garin was invited to join the academy and learn to be a Shinigami.
When the Shinigami explained what they did, it seemed clear to him that this was exactly what he should do. He would learn these people's ways and use his strength to save innocent people.
Rp sample:
He'd been training for years and it was finally time! He could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins like lightning and it was taking every ounce of self control within him to maintain a cool composure. It was his first professional fight and he couldn't screw it up. No... He couldn't think about that...
Garin's body glistened with sweat as he walked out of the locker room to the roar of the crowd and blaring guitar music. He looked around at the screaming fans waving banners and giant foam fingers and kept walking towards the ring. He realized that most of the cheers would be for his competitor who was well known, rather then him... The rookie. Cameras flashed, the light's glare off of the sweat on his body making him seem to glow slightly.
As he climbed into the ring, his opponent was already there, lifting his arms and working the crowd beautifully. Garin simply bowed his head and tried to review everything he knew about this fighter. He knew that the man was almost as big as he was, but he wasn't worried. He'd watched the man's fights. He wasn't as good as Garin.
The Referee climbed into the ring, and the announcer began his diatribe about height, weight, and origin. The crowd booed Garin, but he barely noticed. He saw his opponent, and he smiled. He saw a glimmer of something in his eyes. Was that fear? Suddenly he realized that the referee was speaking to them.
"You guy's understand!?" Garin stuck in his mouth guard and nodded. Time to knock this guy into next week.
They walked to their respective corners and the bell rang. Garin was ready. He was pumped! He charged, feeling like there was a beast inside wanting to come out! His huge, padded fist lashed out, and his opponent put up his arms to block. Garin didn't care, he began pummeling the man's arms, bashing him from side to side. He was going to beat this guy soundly! He had to!
Finally, he reared back to deliver a smashing blow that he was sure would break through the block, but his opponent seemed ready for that. Without a second's hesitation, he stepped in and sent a powerful right uppercut into Garin's chin, and suddenly he was punching Garin and Garin couldn't seem to bring up a block. The punches seemed to be coming from everywhere, and by God they HURT!
In a matter of moments, he was falling. He shook his head, and heard the Referee counting. Was he already at 4!? Garin scrambled to his feet and put his guard up. He had made a stupid, rookie mistake. His face was numb, and his left eye was swelling, making it hard to see. His opponent walked forward, sending in a few testing jabs. Garin dodged what he could and blocked everything else. He waited and watched for an opening.
As the jabs came, Garin began to feel the adrenaline coming into it's full force. Time seemed to move slower, and as he watched he saw what he was looking for. His opponent pulled his shoulder back before each jab. He watched carefully, his muscles tense and ready to spring at a hint of a command from his brain.
THERE! The shoulder, the throw, and Garin began! The first blow was a left handed jab, and it was obvious that the other boxer didn't expect it at all. He was completely off guard when Garin's right fist came crashing full on into his face. He stumbled back, completely dazed and Garin didn't wait! Charging forward, he began to rain blows on his dazed enemy all over. Finally, he reared back and let loose a hay-maker fueled by adrenaline and rage! His opponent was lifted off the ground with the power of the blow and flew backwards into the ropes, then fell forward to the ground. Garin danced around him, feeling ready to slam into him again if he got up, but the referee was ordering him back to his corner and counting!
"1, 2, 3" He could hardly believe it. He couldn't even feel the pain in his face.
"4, 5, 6" Why wasn't his opponent getting up? Didn't he want to keep fighting!?
"7, 8!" The man was moving, but nowhere near to his feet yet.
"9!" By this point, he'd managed to struggle to his knees, and was trying to get to the rope to use it as a brace.
"10!" Garin blinked as his opponent slipped to the ground. Was that it? He'd gotten a pretty bad few hits and gotten up and had just assumed that this man would be able to do the same.
He looked up and there were the last few seconds of the fight. His eyes went wide! Was that him!? He watched as he pummeled the man with such force that it scared even him. The last punch landed, and it was suddenly not so strange that the man didn't get up. He'd never hit anyone that hard before. It was clear his training had paid off. Now if he could only do that a few dozen more times, and then once more at a title fight... Oh yes... If he could just pull it off at the title fight...
Subject: Garin Shane (Shinigami) 
Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:40 am
