Sal Norongachi

Name: Sal Norongachi

Age: 25

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 168lbs

Gender: Male

Personality:
Tenacious, persistent, stubborn and dauntless are some of the words to describe Sal. He also has the habit of taking it all on himself, a messiah complex i think you could call it. Then again he knows that there is a bigger picture and isnt above doing what must be done, even if it means walking on the darker path to achieve that goal.

Appearance:



Sal has an athletic build, more a swimmer of long distance runner than a body builder. His hair is dark brown, short and scruffy. His eyes are also brown. His face is thin and long, with a prominent chin, chiseled cheek bones and a straight nose that would look massive on anyone else.


Sealed Zanpakutō:

Zankpakuto Name: Claidheamh Mòr
Just an ordinary Katana, black cloth grip. Utterly unremarkable.


Shikai:

Call out phrase: Sound the funeral bell, Claidheamh Mor!!

Description of released form:

Spoiler:

With a length of almost 5ft(55") Claidheamh Mor is a massive weapon. Its blade a bright silver, its hilt a dark grey with two prongs coming off either side ending in sharp spikes. The handle is simple and functional with a black fabric grip wound around it. Its pommel is also a silver spike.

Ability 1:

Blood Lust

Claidheamh Mor's released form grants the wielder substantially increased strength.
+10 Fighting Skill.

Ability 2:

Hell Fire Shroud

The user becomes wreathed in flame that deflects some of the force from attacks, this ethereal fire does no damage to anyone who touches it but forces the latent power of the wielder to the fore allowing for a moderate increase in spirit power.
+15 to Spirit Power.

Ability 3:

Funeral Pyre

The ethereal fire comes fully under its wielders control. Allowing the user to fully manipulate the flames that wreath their body, increasing the heat of the fire or lashing out with it in whatever manner they deem fit.


Bankai

Call out phrase for Bankai:

"Raise Hell"

Description of the Bankai:

The ground erupts in series of explosions that spew flame and magma that converge upon Sal, obscuring him from view (and causing a great deal of agony for the poor chap), the fire slowly subsides and Norongachi is transformed into this:



The once singular Claymore is now two (representing his original and that of his defeated Zanpakuto's which is 8ft long. Yeah, making up for something i wonder? *Ahem*)

Abilities:

Ability 1:

The Armour itself increases Sal's abilities to Dizzying heights. He is fully capable of reducing a vast area to ash with a thought and is able to control a limitless quantity of the ethereal flame, allowing him to bend it further to his will with little effort. Additionally, being Armour, it protects him from a great deal of punishment.


Ability 2: (Acquired when you have achieved Rank 7.)



Vizard

Hollow Mask Appearance:



Hollow Mask Increased Abilities:

Speed +15

Fighting Skill +15

Hollow Mask Hollow Powers:

The mask covers Sal's body in a black living metal, that can be shaped into various objects, such as stabbing spikes, blades, shields and grasping tendrils.

Hollow Mask Enhanced Power:

None.

Duration (in posts): 3

Stats


Spirit power: 50

Speed: 35

Technique: 5

Fighting skill: 40

(+5 at Rank 1, +5 at Rank 2, +10 at Rank 3, +10 at Rank 4, +10 at Rank 5, +15 at Rank 6, +15 at Rank 7)

Updated 6/10/11 [Up to Date]

History/Background:

Life

Sal grew up in Glasgow, Scotland in the run down East End of the city. His father had left when he was two leaving his teenage mother to take care of him on her own. He was a hyper child, full of energy and mischief that often found him on the wrong side of the law. He attended London Road Primary School where his lack of concentration and high energy proved a problem although his teachers commented that if he was tied down to his chair he was actually very bright. He moved on to Whitehill Secondary School at the age of 12 but he'd lost interest in learning and arrogantly believed he knew it all, as most teens do, and left school in 3rd year.
He took a job in a call centre for a leading mobile phone provider and worked there for several years. Twenty three now he is trainer and one of the longest serving members with the call centre. It was shortly after his twenty third birthday that a job opening arose in Japan, a new call centre being opened and he was offered the task of training the recruits in the Capital Tokyo.

Death

Sal was killed by a hollow, falling gracefully to meet his death from 4 stories up creating a lovely blood splatter pattern when he kissed the side walk. He went from here to Rukongai where he was brutally assaulted by the residents of Zaraki. This didn;t sit well with the Glaswegian and as he began to notice his new found strength found himself a bloody big stick and went back and kicked some arse.

He then met a man called Rab, a former Lieutenant in the 13 court guardians, hiding out in Rukongai. The former shinigami took Sal under his wing and showed him the basics of swordplay which he grasped quickly. It was then he was to face his harshest challenge, obtaining a Zanpakuto. They travelled deep into the woods around Rukongai and there they found a cave, where according to legend a Shinigami once perished.

The truth was however that this shinigami had succumb to the Hollow within. Sal fought the beast and using the ancient katana he found waged a long battle. The katana in his hands awoke with the song of war and unleashed its power slaying the abomination.

Seireitei and the Betrayal

Squad 11 called and the young shinigami lapped up his surroundings. He fought many battles, along side many allies but it was one occasion. One mission, that changed everything. While on a routine 'guard detail' on Earth, England specifically, he and his long time rival Jin along with several other shinigami were sent to a small village in the English countryside. Things seemed normal at first, infact with the presence of so many shinigami they felt that it was a tad over kill. Things changed rapidly however and they came face to face with new terrors.

Hybrids they dubbed them, creatures that had the ferocious appetite of a hollow but who could take human form and spread their curse to others with a bite. The pair later realised that this new threat had infact stemmed from the scientists of Seireitei and after the brutal slaughter of so many of their fellow Shinigami Sal forswore his oath to the Court Guardians and left for Earth determined to halt the spread of these creatures.

Rp sample:

A feeling of distance, bathing in the warmth of the light that surrounded him, carried him, propelled him to god knows where.
There was a feeling of expansion, like his body was being spread across a vast and incalculable distance, he was everywhere at once, miles in either direction, he was up and down, left and right. The light seemed to intensify, scorching hot, the world gone super nova. He felt himself compress, the scattered parts magnetize, gravitate toward his centre, merge into one another.

Rukongai, the slums, lowest echelons of Soul Society. Shacks and rickety lean to's lining dirt path streets where grime covered children played and hard faced adults worked. It expanded for miles surrounding its opposite Seireitei that shone like a beacon of hope and longing to the inhabitants of the slums. This part of North Rukongai was perhaps the worst. District 80, were law was based on the strength of oneself. There were no sheriffs here, no one to come to the rescue, each and every inhabitant of sector 80 was alone.

A few bright spots in the air, dancing on a cool breeze, sparkling against the lazy morning sun shine. More joined the dance, circling like dust particles on an updraught, more still, and even more. It was like a brilliant white blizzard, localized to this one spot set against the back drop of a sprawling forest. The swirl intensified, the particles of white concentrating in on themselves. More joined the waltz, pouring in from the very air until there was a solid mass of white, glowing like a distant star in pale white. The light began to pulsate and its pace quickened with every second passed and then with a noise like breaking glass it shattered outward.

Sal gasped and slumped onto one knee, his entire body seemed to vibrate uncontrollably for a second like the spirit particles that gave him form were having second thoughts and were about to rupture once more. He stood uneasily, his eyes having trouble adjusting to the dim light of the early morning sunshine. He took a tentative step, like a man on a mine field, and found the grass under foot firm. He looked down the hill he was on, smoke and noise rising from the wooden roofs just down the way.

Part of him wanted to stay right here but he forced his feet to move and for the first time noticed that he was still in his real world clothes, still had on his black Y-3's and jeans. The walk to the settlement, as he figured it was, took less time than he thought. Soon he was coming in on a wide dirt road in from the back of the City. He saw human but dressed funny, like samurai or something, their clothes dirtied and soiled. They stopped what they were doing and looked up at the new comer. The eyes were hard, the jaws set, there certainly was no love here.

Sal suddenly felt very very uneasy.

It felt like walking through the wrong area in Glasgow. All these eyes boring death marks into the back of his skull, a few of them had even left their tasks and had begun to follow him at a distance. Uncomfortable wasn't the word, no he felt like a rabbit in wolf country. He picked up the pace but up ahead some rough looking men were stepping out onto the road, blocking his way, sturdy looking wooden sticks in hand.

The words 'oh shit, oh crap' did several circuits round his brain before he came to a stop before them. Could Sal fight? Yes he could, you wouldn't be able to grow up in the East End of Glasgow and NOT fight. Could he take five full grown men, built like the back end of a barn, who looked like they knew EXACTLY how to use the sticks they were holding? A very big, resounding, and definite NO answered that question. Still, pride made him put on a scowl, pride also made him pin the middle most with a hard stare. He'd faced down countless drunken guys in his time, most of them wielding a knife, but they weren't half as big or by the looks on their faces, half as versed in melee as these men.

Behind him a crowd had gathered, fanning out on all sides, curious on lookers but with the definite air that they wouldn't let him pass. In other words, He was fucked. Only one thing left to do, he reckoned, take as many of them with him before he became a bloody puddle on the ground.

"Welcome traveller, you must be new here." Said the centre most man, his tone gruff and in no way warm.

"What gave that away? The fact I'm not covered in horse crap or that i don't smell like i bath in piss?" Sal's every word was clipped and his tone sharpened to a razor edge.

"You obviously don't know were you are...this is Sector 80, Zaraki." Said the man, his beady eyes nothing but slits.

"Whatever you say pal, lets get this over with, i haven't got all afterlife." Sal cursed his temper. Shoulda stalled longer!

They weren't going to be asked a second time, two men circled left and right, sticks held in both hands, low and loose. While the three in front spread out a bit. Soon he'd be surrounded, then it was over, he decided it was best not to give them the chance. He charged forward, feet kicking up clots of dirt, and launched himself at the ventral attacker. He took him to the ground but just as quickly, two thundering blows pounded off his spine. The thing about Salem wasn't that he was particularly fast, nor was he particularly skilled, it was that his body seemed to change pain into sheer anger. So the blows were shrugged off, then his fist smacked into the fallen mans face with a wet and sickening crunch. He rolled away taking the mans stick with him. His back gave a sharp groan and he didn't land right, and found himself on all fours. He managed to shuffle out of the way of one strike and block another but he was no swordsman and soon he was surrounded. The first thing to go was the sword hand, a blow to the top of it near severed the tendons and the hand was useless, weapon removed.

His nose exploded in a spray of blood, his forehead gushed, a tooth sailed into the air, a rib cracked in his chest. The world went black again. Who knows how long they beat him but when he woke up it was dark and he had been slung unceremoniously into an alleyway off the street. He tried to move and found that he couldn't, his body wouldn't allow it.