Myou Kougi Shinigami (complete)

Shinigami

Name: Myou Kougi (meaning dark justice)

Age: Appears = 21 actual= 243

Height: 6ft 2"

Weight: 90kg

Gender: Male

Personality:
Myou s a warm and friendly person who always wants to help people in any way he can. He is a man who can bring calm to a potentially violent situation and prefers to use words rather than weapons. However he is no coward and should he need to protect something or someone and there is no other way, he will fight to protect. His sense of protecting what cant protect themselves is what got him recommended to join the Academy and he now seeks to become a strong Shinigami, and to be able to protect more.

Outside of his duty Myou enjoys the company of others in the nearest bar/tavern/party. He starts off in quiet conversation but after a few drinks becomes a bit of a drunk and alot of a flirt which some find funny others offensive. However though he always keeps himself from embarrassing himself to far no matter how drunk he gets, though he has been arrested more than once.

In front of senior figures though (for example Captains) he always shows the highest respect, and will always act in a manner expected by a Shinigami. He always tries to give it 100% not to show off or to try and impress. Instead it is so he can learn more get stronger and improve so that he to can enlist in the ranks of the Shinigami.



Appearance:

(Picture on left)

Myou's appearance is of a young man, he has thick messed up hair which partly covers his dark brown eyes and he is constantly needing to shift his hair out of the way with a flick of his head or using his hand, the colour is a mix of brown and blond depending on how the light is catching it. He has a thin face which is constantly clean shaven and his eyebrows are also thin with a light brown colour to them.

Myou is not built like a bodybuilder, indeed from first look he would appear quite thin. However his body is just toned with a slight muscular stomach and toned upper body, in fact the only place and real muscle shows out naturally is around the shoulder blades due to training. His arms and legs are not overly strong looking but carry enough muscle to be noticeable, of which he has at least tried to use in attempts to charm a lady.

In the living world his gigai takes the clothing look s follows.

Upper body: Myou wears a black silk shirt unbuttoned at the top with no tie. draped over is a leather jacket which reaches down to his waist. Also the gigai wears a sports watch on his left arm.

Lower Body: He wears jeans which are a faded blue colour which is held up with a black leather belt. The jeans as well as faded look slightly damaged in certain areas, as if he has owned them for a long time.

Feet: On his feet he wears Black leather boots, the same kind that the military would own, with front lace's reaching close to the top of the boot. There appearance is also faded and scuffed around the front.


Sealed Zanpakutō :

His sealed Zanpakuto is shorter than what others would consider a "normal" length. Indeed the size of Myou's Zanpakuto would be what the Japanese would call a wakizashi meaning short sword. Its handle is wrapped with black cord and has a gold coloured cap at the end to seal the cord tightly onto the Zanpakuto. the guard is shaped in this fashion ((( )))
A similar design follows down the black sheath in pattens coloured white. Myou has never understood why it designed in this way, but feels that he will learn one day from his Zanpakuto


Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit power: 15

Speed: 10

Intelligence: 20

Fighting skill: 15


History/Background:
Myou's life on earth is something that was lost in the mists of time. He has no memory of what or who he was, only waking up in Rukongai. It had been that which troubled Myou from the start. Many a day he would sit down in the area which he had first seen when he awoke. The area was a cliff overlooking a good size of the area around Rukongai, and in the distance he could see the walls surrounding the land where Shinigami worked lived and trained.

However their lives were not something that interested Myou as he lent on the apple tree that overlooked this land with him. He would often sit there eating an apple trying to understand the more important questions that mattered to him. Who he was and who he should be. All he had was ragged clothes and his instincts telling him he should go further than what he was now. Perhaps he was meant for something great but what? After all he was just another clueless soul that lived on the outskirts of Rukongai.

When he wasn't sat on the cliff pondering his life Myou tended to inhabit the local tavern in his area of Rukongai. He would socialize with everyone and just spend his life having a good time. Other ways he found to pass the time in the past was to attract a lady for the night. After all he had nothing else to live for so why not enjoy the company of beauty was something he had decided to live by. This was met with different responses depending on the night and who was there. So as you can imagine sometimes he had pleasurable company, and others he upset men who had relations with women he attempted to charm. In fact more than once he had to dive through windows and dart down alleyways escaping angry husbands and the such.

But after a night of excitement and drama would bring he would still everyday sit at the cliff he knew so well eating an apple trying to decide how he should live his life, and what destiny would bring him.

Rp sample:

Once again Myou was sat in his favorite place watching the sun go down. It had been a warm day with a cool breeze which was refreshing to the touch. Myou finished his apple and thrown it down the cliff. He looked at it fall and though about how much of a simple care free life that core had. It would land take root and simply regrow bringing its purpose to wherever it grew. Such a life Myou craved but he couldn't figure how to reach his goal.
"Well" he thought to himself "I'm sure that will reach me when its time" as he wondered down from the cliff face to enjoy the night life once more.

The nightlife was buzzing with a few new faces dotted around the small village that Myou lived in. In fact he saw a few Shinigami walking through which was a rare thing to see. Still a few more people meant more fun to Myou so with a small smile he went to the tavern to see who was in for tonights fun. The owner knew Myou very well and as he approached the bar the owner grunted with a rough gravely voice " YOUR USUAL MYOU" Myou nodded and the Owner poured a tankard of ale out and placed it down in front of Myou spilling some upon impacting the bar. Myou thanked the owner and sat in the usual corner where he could get a good view of who were in tonight.

The tavern was busy but he picked a few blonds and red heads that he recognized, a smile came to his face as he remembered why he recognized them. His day dream though was broken by voice's he hadn't heard before, they were some of the Shinigami that he had seen around town. They were very drunk and had started an argument with the owner. He had refused to serve them because they were getting far to drunk and this had not sat well with them. In fact the one Shinigami had drawn his Zanpakuto. A situation like this Myou would normally shy away from, but this time it was different. It was like a strong strange urge that made him stand up and walk over to the three Shinigami. "Guys" Myou said looking towards the Shinigami with the drawn Zanpakuto. They turned there attention to him filled with drunken anger "What do you want Clear off if you know whats good for you".

This was the point normally when Myou would take this advice, indeed even the owner was astonished at what he was seeing. The Shinigami with the drawn out blade was ugly with jet black hair and was slightly shorter than the other two, who just stood there grinning at the show. Myou though had not moved and even when the zanpakuto was pointing at him for some reason he couldn't budge. Not out of fear though it was something else, something he had not felt before.

"Guys" he said once again "theres no need for this to get ugly... err no offense" he remarked to the Shinigami holding the drawn weapon "What am I doing?" he thought to himself, indeed even the Shinigami was taken back a little, which didn't help in calming him down. "WHAT DID YOU SAY" the Shinigami shouted, with the veins in his neck beginning to show. "Well" Myou responded "I dont think you would want to get anywhere more closer to ugly!" Again Myou was shocked at what he was saying, a mixture of fear and strength was washing over him.

"THAT DOES IT DIE" the Shinigami shouted and begun to swing his Zanpakuto in a long sweeping circle. The world begun to move slowly for Myou he moved his hands up instinctively to block the attack but he knew he was a dead man, until strangely a voice entered his head. "That was a brave and noble gesture you have done. In response to this I will grant you the beginning of my power".

The Shinigami's Zanpakuto finally made contact, but it wasn't to the neck he had aimed for instead it had made contact to a half drawn zanpakuto that was in Myou's hands. Adrenaline was pumping throughout Myou's body as he fully drew out his own blade deflecting the Shinigami's Zanpakuto and with full force hitting the Shinigami with the sheath. The force and the fact that he had been overbalanced was enough to drop the Shinigami to the floor. The other two Shinigami just looked with shock and surprise, far to slow to react as Myou pointed his blade towards the floored Shinigami.

The Shinigami spat out some blood as Myou firmly told him "Get out of here and take those fools with you, I never want to see you here EVER AGAIN!" The Shinigami got up to fast and stumbled out of the tavern followed by his two companions too ashamed and too shocked, having no idea what just happened. Myou dropped to the floor the mixture of adrenaline and fear had mixed up far to much in his body, he looked wide eyed to his gleaming zanpakuto gripped tightly in his right hand.

A hand dropped gently onto his shoulder, Myou turned his head to great the eyes of another Shinigami. This man however looked noble with a white coat overlapping his Shinigami uniform. The Shinigami spoke softly " Come, put your weapon away and let us talk". With the nights commotion died down the tavern returned to it's usual noises and Myou sat down with the Shinigami in his usual spot. The owner came over to Myou with two tankards offering them as thanks " these are on the house he said as he walked back to the bar.

Myou was still trying to understand what had just happened when the Shinigami once again spoke " You did a brave act there young man. To stand up against someone with a weapon your zanpakuto spirit must have sensed it was time for your destiny" Myou looked at him blinking his eyes "Who are you?" is all he could muster. "Forgive me where are my manners" the man said looking at Myou " My name is Shuhan I am a former captain of the 13 squads." The man continued " You have the potential to become a great Shinigami and obviously your Zanpakuto must agree, tell me what is it's name" Myou looked at him with a blank confused look "It's name? How should I know" he spluttered to the former captain.

"I see" Shuhan said quietly " it would seem your not ready yet to know his name" He then begun to tell Myou all about Zanpakuto's and the life of a Shinigami. Myou listened intently, it seemed so right to him to become a Shinigami to be able to protect people seemed the worthy cause that he had been yearning for all this time. "So how do I become a Shinigami?" he asked Shuhan. Shuhan smiled and told him that he had to head towards the academy to start his training "it will be an experience " he told Myou and with that he stood up from the table and left Myou with the those words.

Dawn had barely broke as Myou set off down the beaten track toward Seireitei. Clutching onto the handle of his Zanpakuto he looked up towards where destiny was taking him, with a smile he thought " Finally I know my purpose".