Osutin Shiori

Name: Osutin Shiori

Age: Appearance: 16 Actual: 178

Height: 5 feet 7 inches

Weight: 145 pounds

Gender: Male

Personality: Osutin tends to be anti-social, preferring to stay by himself, often in the dark. Although if he has no choice, his ideal group is no more than 3 people, him being the 4th. With him being anti-social, he tends to not make many friends, but if someone manages to befriend him they will notice an instant change. Around friends he is funny, loud, out going, and often the life of the party, which is the exact opposite of what he normally is. Osutin also tends to be self-conscious. He thinks everything he does is a mistake or not good enough. He has very low self-esteem, but tries not to show it too much. Although he thinks he can't do anything right (which a lot of the time isn't the case) if he is asked to he will at least try. He only leads when he has too, and when he does he is like another person, he is calm, cool, and collected, and is constantly thinking of the next move. However, he would much rather stay back and let someone else handle that pressure because pressure is not something he enjoys having. Osutin is a quiet person, but just because he is quiet doesn't mean he is stupid. He would rather sit back and listen to gather information, than talk and give away what he knows, which makes him good at gathering intel or listening to friends. On the same subject, Osutin is not someone you want to come to for advice because he is also a very laid back person, it takes a lot to anger him, so his advice might be playful, and he only gives advice to his friends, he tells everyone else to go away. Osutin may be laid back, quiet, and anti-social, but he does have a temper. It takes quiet a bit of poking and prodding for him to loose his cool but once he does, he looses all control. If he gets to the point of fury, he gives up caring. He no longer cares about what will happen to him or anyone around him, but he retains his tactical attitude and becomes more violent. So now he will deal more random blows but they will still be in high value spots, although he would rather not fight, he will if he has to. Even though it may not seem like it, Osutin also has the ability to be a very caring person as well. Although he only shows this to his closets friends, he still cares. All in all, Osutin will ignore you, talk to you, cut you up into tiny pieces, and then apologize to you while digging you grave, he is full of contradictions and the best way to get to know him is to talk to him, even if he would rather not.

Appearance: While Osutin is in shinigami form (instead of his gigai) he will wear a black robe, a white or black under shirt, a blood red obi (belt), white socks, and straw sandles. He wears his zanpakuto on his left side because he is right handed. His hair is jet black and often has a messy spiked up look. He wears black, half-rimmed glasses that he very rarely cleans. His eyes are brown and are often looking around for signs of danger or have a look of boredom in them. When he switches to his gigai, he wearsa black jacket that has a gray, tribal, hollow skull on the back and rolled up sleeves; black cargo pants; and a red, black, or white tee shirt with a tribal shadow design on the right shoulder that goes down the back and side of the shirt. He will wear dark blue and gray tennis shoes and white socks. He keeps his glasses, still often unclean.

Sealed Zanpakutō : His zanpakuto has a 3 1/2 foot blade with a 10 inch handle. The hilt is black and wrapped in a red cord so that the cord makes black diamonds up the hilt. The cross guard is a shiny black metal in the shape of a diamond. A semi-circle has been cut from each corner of the diamond, and the out edge of the diamond is raised a bit. The inner part of the hilt has small triangles cut out so the the points almost touch were the blade meets the cross guard. The triangles are cut in the center on the cross guard with the bottom of the triangle facing one part of the diamond (not a corner). The blade has a black tint to it and a sharp wave design on the bladed edge, with the waves facing upwards towards the point.

Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit power: 10

Speed: 20

Intelligence: 20

Fighting skill: 10


History/Background: Osutin was born and raised in a town that you have never heard of in a place, no one ever goes. He had a very good childhood. His parents never fought, they gave him everything he ever wanted and more, and he never got into trouble. He was smart in and out of school, he worked hard, and had a few friends. Although, he had never been treated wrong, he did have dark views of the world that he didn't enjoy sharing but to a select group of people. He was in high school when he died, and just starting his Junior year. He had his license and a car, a gift from his parents for his 16th birthday, and enjoyed going places. One day during his summer break he and a friend were on their way to see a movie that had just come out. His parents had always told him to be careful, and he was, especially when someone else was in the car with him. So, they were on their way to the movies and along the way they had to stop at an intersection, no big deal. When their light turned green Osutin pulled forward and was T-boned by a Tractor-Trailer truck that had run a stop light going 90+. The truck hit his side so he was killed instantly, his friend somehow managed to survive. When he got to the Spirit World, he ended up in the Rukongai where he was confronted by a Shinigami. the Shinigami pushed him out of the way, which irritated Osutin. He yelled at the Shinigami who turned around and drew his zanpakuto. Osutin, being weaponless, looked around for any kind of weapon he could use. He found a wooden pole on the ground and picked it up. When the Shinigami attacked, Osutin made short work of him, managing to hit him in all the right places to bring him down quickly. This got the attention of some of the other high ranking shinigami and he was enrolled at the Shinigami Academy soon after. After a few years he graduated near the top of his class in almost everything, just like before he died, and was placed into squad 2 as a normal member, not spec-ops. Once there he trained nearly everyday to better himself, went on many missions, some more successful than others, and did what he could in the squad. Although he never made any friends or allies within the squad, granted he didn't try very hard if at all, and he hasn't gone up in rank at all since he joined the squad. For him, everything has been either training, missions, getting yelled at, or sleeping.

Rp sample:
(this is from another Bleach RP site that I am a member of, known as Rathon there, sorry if it doesn't make sence.)

Terror engulfed him when he saw who was infront of him, and who he had passed by at least four times. Before he had much time to react Shii swung at his chest. He had enough sense to start to fall back, but he was no where near fast enough to get away unharmed. The sliced cut deep into his left peck and half way across his chest causing Shii's blade to turn red with his blood, the uppercut grazed his face as he fell, drawing a line of blood to his face. As he fell to the ground he let out a scream of pain. However, it was short lived once he hit, as his need to survive took over. He quickly rolled backwards and shot off towards the dressing rooms again, all the way thinking,"How had I missed her? Even better, how had she gotten in here with out Shinobu or myself seeing her?! Well, too late for that now. I gotta think, there is no way in hell I can beat her in a fair fight, and even less of a chance with these little toys. What to do...stall." He made it to the back of the dressing rooms and stopped, he didn't wait to see if Shii had followed.

Suddenly, the last image of Shii burst into his mind, causing him to gasp a bit. What he had seen both frightened and sickened him. He wasn't sure if she realized it or not but the look she had on her face was quiet disturbing. It was a mixture of pleasure, hate, disgust, and something else he could find the right words for. And all of it was aimed directly at Osutin. He started thinking like mad to try and figure a way out. He soon called out, "Alright, you win. But before you take me in, allow me the privilege of asking you one, simple question. What did I do to make you hate me same damn much?" His voice was rough, and he shifted himself to a more comfortable position while he spoke. "I mean, I've never done anything directly offensive to you, have I? I mean other than the first time we met, but if memory serves, you came out on top that time too, and I left a bloody mess." He shifted again. Every time he shifted, he moved closer to the dressing room nearest him. "So, if you wouldn't mind explaining to me the reason behind your hate?" He never stopped talking long enough to give Shii time to respond. He was hoping she would remain were she was and savor her seeming victory.

Turning into the dressing room and locking the door, he looked around for a way out. Above him he saw an air vent, but it was much too small for him. He had seen a window on his way back here but that would mean getting closer to Shii, he could practically hear her foot steps getting closer, even if they weren't. He finally decided to make a way out, in a way that was rather common for him. "Destroy everything! Reduce all to ash! Great red dragon of fire! Hadou: Number 2, Burning Fist!" He had made it to the far wall just as he was finishing the incantation and a red fireball engulfed his hand. Swinging with all the force he could muster, he punched threw the wall. The kidou on his hand blasting a hole in the wall big enough to run threw.

He hadn't realized it before, but the store had been a few feet off the ground, so when he punched threw the wall and jumped threw, he had a sudden sinking feeling. That didn't stop him though, as soon as he felt ground under his feet he was running. He scanned the forest were he thought Shinobu had been. What he saw, or didn't see, scared him more that what was behind him. He didn't see Shinobu. Osutin didn't know that at the time Shinobu was at the front of the store waiting for him. Regardless, Osutin continued to run. When he got to the forest edge he jumped a small bush line and back into the forest. He wasn't thinking anything, his entire being was focused on running and avoiding the monster known to him as Shii. After about five minuets of solid sprinting, he had to stop. His legs were nearly numb from the exertion of sprinting. He didn't know it but he had just run about two miles deep into the forest, in about 10 minuets, using fear and need to survive as his fuel. After he slowed down a bit he took his shirt off and ripped it and wrapped it around his chest to stop the bleeding. He didn't know any healing kidou so this would have to do for now.

He looked around for a spot to rest and catch his breath. After walking a little ways he spied what could best be described as a crater. He walked over to the edge and looked down. There was at least a 50 foot sheer drop to the dirt and leaf covered bottom with a few thick root and small trees growing from the edge. "Yea, right. Like I'm jumping down there." He thought for a moment about using a kidou rope to rappel down, but figured he should save his energy incase Shii showed back up. So instead, he decided to take a chance and use the trees and roots to climb down.

To start, he laid down on his stomach, and swung his legs over the edge and set his foot on a thick root. He then stood up straight and hopped backwards and fell. Before he fell to far, he grabbed the root he had been standing on with his one good arm and hung there against the dirt wall. he looked down to see where the next one was and saw that it was a tree, directly below him, so he dropped again. He continued this until he made his way all the way to the bottom. Getting out may be difficult, but for him to worry about that, he would have to be found first.

Once inside the crater, he got a good look at it. "Woah...somebody needs to learn to read a map." Inside the crater were several material world vehicles. He had no idea how they ended up here, and presently, he didn't care. They were all very old and covered in vines and extremely rusted. He looked around a bit and found an old pickup truck that was only a little rusted, when compared to the others anyways. the tailgate was down so he climbed into the back. He had been just about to put his head down when he decided he would need some camo. Hopping up, and groaning a bit as his legs were getting sore and his arm was still bleeding, just not as bad, he looked for some branches. He found some next to the truck that were big enough to cover the bed, and him. He picked them up and laid them across the bed like a canopy and crawled under it, moving his back arm as little as possible. Now the only way one would be able to see him is if they were directly on top of him and looked threw the leaves or looked under the branches directly into the truck bed. Balling up his jacket as a pillow, it only took him a moment to fall asleep, leaving himself open to only God knows what.