Chimamire Aro, Quincy

Name: Chimamire Aro

Age: 15

Height: 5’11

Weight: 168

Gender: Male

Personality: Chimamire is a rough-and-tumble kind of person, and can get rowdy. He is always eager to fight with anyone he feels could test him. He gets a thrill out of anything that causes him physical exertion or pain and can be described as a masochist. He has the personality and style of a punk-rocker. Despite his appearance and attitude, he’s actually a kind-hearted, out there kind of person.

Appearance:


Chimamire looks as depicted above, save for wise grey eyes. He has sort of pale skin and his hair has streaks of silver throughout it.

Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit Power: 10

Speed: 20

Intelligence: 20

Fighting Skill: 10


History/Background:
He was born with the name Zeijaku Kuinshi. As a child, his parents worried he wouldn’t be able to develop properly. However, there came a day when a small Hollow attacked him in his room. At the age of 4, he was already educated in the ways of the Quincy, although he couldn’t produce his own bow. The Hollow attack must have triggered something within him because he produced an arrow that had too much power for one so young, as all the pent up energy he’d never been able to use finally washed over unbridled. The arrow he created was a deeply blood-red hue, hence the reason he renamed himself to Chimamire Aro, meaning “Blood-stained Arrow“. From then on, he’s trained on his own, developing amazing speed as well as intelligence. He has grown up in the same area all his life, awaiting the day he can finally face a decent Shinigami or Hollow. His arrows still remain a blood-red color, and is almost like his own personal signature to himself. He had a meeting with a shinigami as well, one that made was almost dead. He helped her back to health under secrecy of his father, only to have his father find and kill her afterwards. Chimamire would never forgive this and is now secretly against the Quincy, killing any that gets in his way, but not siding with the Shinigami either,with the same effects. He helps and occasionally battles with what and whomever he feels would be most tactical and/or advantageous.


Rp Sample: (This is the event of the Hollow attack at the age of 4)

Zeijaku walked upstairs, crestfallen. He had no talents as a Quincy and was a disgrace upon his family, or at least he felt that way. He sat at the top of the stairs and silently began to cry. He cried bitter tears of hatred and anger. Hatred for his inabilities, for his failure as a Quincy. Anger at the god or gods that cursed him to bear this burden of being a blight upon his family’s name.

After a few hours, he awoke, still sitting on the stairs. He sat up groggily and made his way to his bedroom. He was just about to change into pajamas when he heard a scratching noise. He looked over by the window to see a small, eerily masked animal-type creature under his window. He knew it right away to be a Hollow.

His first instinct was to run and get his father. Then he decided against it; He was tired of being fragile and incapable. He spread his feet, shoulder width apart, lifted both arms, one held in a fist, thumb facing up and the arm completely extended, the other was held at a pulled back position next to his face. The Hollow looked up, aware of his presence, and jumped at his face. Zeijaku felt something explode within him and it seemed to come forth into reality as there was a blinding flash of red light and an unearthly screech, as well as a deafening explosion.

As the smoke cleared, Zeijaku had not moved an inch, wanting to see what had happened. His breathing was even and the dust quickly blew away, sucked out into the night air by the gaping hole in the wall, easily twice his size. His jaw dropped when he saw it, and almost fell off when he looked at what he held in his hands. It was a Quincy bow, no doubt, but it was of a blood-red hue. His father and mother rushed up to see what had happened and were shocked at his tae. His bow had dissipated before they arrived on the scene and Zeijaku was about to be struck by his father, but turned to the hole in the wall and repeated his earlier tactic, successfully conjuring the same, blood-red bow as before.

His mother and father were astounded and his father began trying to teach him right away, taking him outside to their training course on their gigantic plot of land. He practiced until dawn the next day, learning more and more as he progressed. His father was immensely proud of his son’s accomplishments. As they were getting ready to leave, his father clapped him on the back and said, “I’m proud of you, Zeijaku.” Zeijaku gently shook off the hand and looked his father in the eye and replied, “No. Now that I’ve seen what I can do, I want to choose my name. From now on, I will be called Chimamire. Chimamire Aro.”