Shisuke Miasude (FINISHED)

--Name: Shisuke Miasude
--Age: 19 (172)
--Height: 187 cm
--Weight: 69 Kg
--Gender: Male

--Personality:
Shisuke Miasude is a brash fighter slash brawler character, so finding him training or sparring with friends is definately not uncommon. He's a warm honest person with a large open personality. His heart is full to the bursting point with joy. He has an expansive desire to reach new heights and push his limits to their furthest potential. Basically he's the classic hero... Well, one who's just a tad bit sadistic. Hah ha hah, no. Seriously. He has a split personality where he becomes almost completely insane with the urge to fight, and to kill.

--Appearance:
With rich, bloody red hair, slightly tanned skin, and bloody vibrant green eyes Shisuke Miasude stands out in almost any crowd. He is very statuesque and has an average-medium build, which he usually hides under thick heavy clothing. Although, he is usually seen in the standard shingami uniform, under a bleached white dress shirt, under a thick black leather jacket, he occassionally drops the shirt and jacket to obtain a more formal, less devil-may-care, appearance.

Spoiler:

--Sealed Zanpakutō :
Shisuke Miasude's Zanpakuto is a good 72.4 cm long, with a 27.9 cm Tsuka. The blade is forged of high-carbon steel and is folded slim like an average katana. The blade itself is a stunning bright platinum color, with a golden tinge. The Tsuka is wrapped in sea-green silk over a black rayskin covered carbon-steel hilt. The Pommel is the color of deep two-tone black lacquer. In Shisukes own hands the blade pulses with an odd comforting heat. Shisuke holds his trusty Zanpakuto with two hands for the additional boost of power and the feeling of control.

Spoiler:

Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

--Spirit power: 10

--Speed: 6

--Intelligence: 9

--Fighting skill: 35

--History/Background:
Being born into the noble family of Tsinube, Shisuke never had any time to make friends, or socialize with other souls at all for that matter. All he was allowed to do within the confines of his home was study Kido and practice swordplay. Shisuke grew to loathe his noble family for their distancy and absolute icy coldness. He eventually learned to take shelter in the home of the people who were practically, and more so in a way, his kin. The family spoken of are the parents and siblings of none other than his one and only friend, Hitoshi Yamazaki, a young man with an electric personality. At the age of 17, Shi left his noble home of the Tsinube with Hitosh so as to join the Shinigami Academy, cloaking his abnormally high spiritual pressure and changing his sur-name to a much more humble 'Miasude'.

Shisuke, now lifted of his noble ties, Miasude was nothing less than average in the art of Kido and moving quickly in fights, but he would always come out on top when it came down to general sword fighting. Shisuke was a superb fighter in almost every situation, and he had enough brains to think on his feet and control the situation. All of Shisukes teachers would remark that he was incredible, a progidy, and that they were suprised he hadn't had extensive training from masters of the sword prior to joining the academy. He could best almost any foe; The quick fell to his amazingly effective blows, the enduring fell to his vicious and brutal strikes, and the smart fell to his perfect hand-eye coordnation and devastatingly sharp movements. With sword in hand, Shisuke Miasude was an unbelievable fighting machine. He felt invincible, incomparable, and absolutely unmatched. All that changed when Shisuke fought his one true rival in the academy... Hitoshi Yamazaki.

Neither Shisuke nor the teachers at the academy could figure who was the better warrior, Shisuke or his best friend, Hitoshi. On the day of graduation, both students passed with flying colors. They had both received equal marks on all tests, written and physical. Both of the Shinigami were as loyal as any other, so it could not come down to their rank in honor or just ways. No, it would have to be a fight a fight between two perfect soldiers, between two progidal sons, between two best friends. It would be at least three months until that the duel would be fought, to give the souls a chance to train. Neither Shinigami would be assigned to any company until the battle was done. Of course, they would both be seated due to their high skill for such novice ages, but one would be preferred after this long epic battle. The two shinigami were ready to do battle, and fight for what might or might not be theirs.

--Rp sample:
It's been three months already? Hm.... Well I suppose this is it then. Goodbye, Hitoshi Yamazaki.

Placing one foot forward into the dim candle light of the arena at the Shinigami Academy, Shisuke Miasude felt brave. What he was here to do was honest and right... at least he hoped it was. Streching his other leg out into the brightness, head down, he was completely emersed in the weak light. Tilting his head up slightly he caught a glimpse of his opponent. He remembered times of old when this opponent was his friend... No, not anymore. The man Shisuke gazed upon was now no longer his one and only friend, but his one and only enemy. Grinning, Shisuke blew air upwards from his lips, so as to move his reddish brown hair from eyes. He knew... Shisuke knew that deep down Hitoshi Yamakazi was stronger than him, and that Hitoshi was also hiding something. Something important to this battle.

"Ahhh... So I see you made it my old friend. Come to conclude our friendship and this duel... I am quite surprised acctually," remarked the cocky Shisuke, attempting to antagonize his friend," ya' see, I always thought what we had was special... But, Nyeh. What does it really matter that much anyhow."

The grin on Shisukes face dissappeared when he saw Hitoshi shift position slightly. Almost every move Hitoshi had made acknowledging Shi had been offensive so he responded as such. Reaching for the warm invitation of his hilt, Shisuke smirked wildly with enjoyment, for he knew what was in store. A real fight. Or so he thought. As soon as Shisukes long fingers touched the warm silk wrappings of his hilt Hitoshi was gone, almost as if on cue. Shisuke grasped the hilt as hard and as tight as he could. Unsettled by the sudden dissappearance of his opponent, he wrapped his fingers as stiffly around the hilt as he could manage, scanning the arena for his opponent. Suddenly, he was there.

"Why am I not surprised. Rushing to the protection of you Zanpakuto... Tsk tsk, you insolent child. Respect this battle enough to think before you act."

Shisuke just barely managed to escape the reach of the extremely menacing blade in Hitoshis left hand. Releasing his grip on his Zanpakuto, he scanned his body for wounds when he realized he hadn't even done so to escape the strike. His jacket was torn slightly in the back and a slight stain of red was visible underneath. Shit. Was that Shunpo!? Indeed it was, but how? Readjusting his position, Shisuke noticed that there was something different about Hitoshi, something he just couldn't place his finger on. What have you done to yourself Hitoshi... Clasping his hand around the hilt of his sword firmly, he slowly pulled it out of its sheath. Once he had it out he lifted it until it was level with his face. He looked Hitoshi right between the eyes. There was no room for negotiation now. Now was a time for full on battle.

"Okay Hitosh-"

"Not to interupt my own name, but I'm done watching you make a fool of yourself Shisuke Miasude... Scorch the grounds and light the skies! Bring forth the god, Kurai Haringukumo! You shall fall to your knees Shisuke Miasude!" The blade in Hitoshis hand split in two, one of which pulsated with electricity. Hitoshi grasped the hilt of his electricly charged Zanpakuto firmly. He screamed as the blade came down on the body of his one and only friend, who was kneeling in awe.

Putting his head down in shame, Shisuke could do nothing but sulk. My last moments... killed by my best friend without even achieving a single seat... Only one word could escape Shisukes thin tan lips...