Hanbei
Number of Posts : 2
Age : 27
Location : Travelling Around In Mino Japan.
Job/Interests : Literature and Reading.
Quote : To mean a time is special like putting on a fire, the fire burns and churns into blasts of laughter, it is cheering you on, wheeling around. Causing anger, feeling grotesque. So that fire relies on fire to be fire. The meaning of work is in the flame, The work is relevant to death, and foolishness. It would not die, the fire does not die, But while it traverses the area, we lie and fool the other man, who leaves fire and keeps warm.
Registration Date : 2010-08-30
 |  Subject: A simple flicker fleeting into a boundless eternity ~(Finished.)  Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:13 pm | |
| Name: The name the young man was born with is Hanbei Takenaka.
Age: His true age is 129, only for him to look at least thirteen years old.
Height: He stand One Hundred and seventy nine centimeters.
Weight: He weight One-hundred and Thirty-three pounds.
Gender: He is a male with a little feminine appearance.
Personality: Serious and attentive to the core. Hanbei is always aware of his surroundings and is ready for combat at any given moment. His combat prowess is incredible, which is most likely why he is feared by many regular people despite his age. His serious personality often makes him come off as somebody who nobody could possibly get along with. However, despite his apparently uptight personality he can be a rather pleasant individual that is easy to get along with, one just has to get close enough to him. He is a very kind man though. A true gentleman.
In contrast to his punk-like appearance, Hanbei is surprisingly mature and cool-headed. He's not afraid of taking responsibility, unlike some others that will try to avoid being held accountable when the consequences are dire. Hanbei acts upon intelligence and reasoning. He is a very complex person to the eye, an he is indeed one. He never could be a simple person, due to his history that shrouds his allies with mystery and wonder. Although he may act on intelligence and reasoning, he does occasionally make a foolish mistake and lets his anger and sorrow consume him, however this is only occasionally; and he has 'lost the will to cry'. He never breaks down before anyone, simply because he has not the ability. He has cried his share of tears in his past but for no one to see And believes it is now his time to stay strong, and prevent another person from going through and enduring what he endured. Although he might not cry and he may always obtain his cool when the sorrow and anger does consume him, he tries his boniest to be alone, so others don't see it.
Hanbei is often seen being rather quiet and reserved. He speaks when necessary, and usually the words range from sarcastic and witty to serious and commanding. His voice a rather baritone proportion, it is quite easy to mistake his comments or outspoken thoughts for imperative statements. One should be careful when judging this, however; when Hanbei believes that any situation is being pulled out of context, he will heighten his intellectual prowess and literally attempt to verbally rend any who would stand against his word. Thus, it proves to be a pet peeve to oppose him during his time of explanation. Most else will either go ignored or unheeded, the patron usually choosing rather quickly that which is irrelevant and that which holds some bearing to his situations.
On and off the battle-field, he is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this Academy student. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, his fellow "friends" have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. He, however, could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, he will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy. Amongst his comrades, he is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but isn't what you would call laid back either, he is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something.
Hanbei was an excellent strategist. Hanbei is a bright, sarcastic yet relatively composed youth who believes in alternatives. Outgoing and confident in his talents, he looks forward to testing his skills and finding some source of entertainment in each battle. He is quick to judge people based on their appearances and can't restrain himself from letting a snide comment slip, especially with the women he faces.Women love him because of his cute appearance. He gets offended when people confuse him for a mere kid, telling them that he is a legit genius.( Which is actually true.)
Appearance:The beginning of Hanbei appearance is his eyes. It all starts with the eyes, the eyes and the face. Both of these things are obviously rather attractive when one looks at this character. But for now, we won't talk about the attractiveness. Only during battle does one really take notice of the facial expression, but during all times the eyes mirror the feeling anyway. They have intense lack of emotion, not even a batting eye. This is visible only during battle, because Hanbei himself is forcing all emotions to quell. In battle, there is no room for emotion, only for the will to fight. And so, this is why Hanbei's visage and eyes have no emotion at all during a fight. But, his eyes seem to lack a good amount of emotion anyway, even though this is just because he's no good at having emotion showing in his eyes. He can show emotions just fine.
The body is broad shouldered, with a good solid Light pale. He is muscular but look pretty skinny, and Quite tall. Aside from the height and the muscle, which includes arm muscle, leg muscle, neck muscle, an eight pack, and other attractive features. Hanbei also has some characteristics about his body which make it a flat out catch. Scars on his back show that he has been through many battles, and which make girls curious sometimes. So, when they see his scars, they are drawn to touch them, and he can seduce and bed them as a result of this. Since he looks good, others can't help but be jealous. He wears some type of individualized clothing made to his measure that resemble a skort and an extremely short shirt, both of them black. Its material is mostly spiritually enchanted as it possesses certain elasticity. He also wear some kind of sock with no cover at the finger section (See Picture for Reference)
Hanbei looks to be about 15 years old, and just entering his teen age.Really, he is constantly rumored to be one of the best looking people ever to join the Shinigami Academy. Hanbei's interest in ladies is obvious, he likes the pleasure of sex, and this is shown in his appearance, which is presumably groomed to look the best it can to the opposing sex, which Hanbei obviously attracts. The rest of his looks are all natural! He has a single tattoo on his left arm, the insignia of The Lightning Phoenix as the tattoo. It isn't anything really special, it's just there to signify Hanbei's pride at where he is, as who he is. He doesn't miss being a part of the Gotei Thirteen and the Shinigami academy, and he doesn't miss being a part of his old Dojo at all. He loves the Shinigami Academy, and he has many comrades that he is constantly paired with here.
When disguised, Hanbei of course needs to wear more casual clothing. So, he usually chooses to wear a black headband. He also wears a chest board patterned gloves and a skort also a little shirt which cover only the chest area and half of his torso were visible, and ordinary Geta Sandal. His look is pretty common for people his age, and nobody ever really suspects that he is part of The Shinigami Acedemy, perfect for Tryouts missions, which he actually rarely gets. Hanbei 's hands are pretty unique in looks, actually. While they look mostly normal all around, it is the markings on the palms that are different. most people on their left hand have a sort of line pattern to form "IV", Four, the number of death. And on the right, they have "VI", 6, 1/3 of Satan's number. But, Hanbei has something quite different. For some odd reason, his hands BOTH have "III" pattern lines, forming 3. It is uncertain why.
The belt Hanbei wears is black leather like most espada, wrapped around his waist somewhat loosely, but tight enough so that it doesn't jiggle or fall. He has beige colored pouches on it to contain items and other stuff, but mostly he has several little slots filled with tubes. All of these tubes, are in fact, Reiatsu Shots. This belt is mainly to hold random stuff for Hanbei to use in battle, just in case he needs to. It's important! Lastly, there is the matter of Hanbei's Right hand scar. He has a large gashing scar across his back. It glows red under a Crimson Moon, essentially a lunar eclipse. Why? No idea. It's just that way. It was probably just some special sword that slashed him there, nothing else really. Hanbei killed the owner of the sword, so really it's fine, nothing particularly bad can happen to him for having that scar.
Sealed Zanpakutō :As his favorite sword out of the swords he owns, Ryouzou would be Hanbei's fabled double-edged Zanpakuto. The sword itself lengthened forty-one inches; Only to have the blade at least twenty-seven point twenty five inches and the handle to be eleven point three-hundred and seven five by one point five inches. It's instilled with a black cap as the pommel which was inscribed with artistic designs, just as the oval shaped cross-guard was. The handle itself was wrapped with red silk for a comfortable grip on the sword. The cross-guard, as said before, had artistic design on it; only to be created out of metal. Along the fuller of the blade had been an indent which ran from the rain-guard all the way towards the center ridge of the blade. The scabbard was designed to be made by polished wood and have a red ribbon tied near the locket of the scabbard.
Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:
Spirit power: 10
Speed: 20
Intelligence: 15
Fighting skill: 15
History/Background:Hanbei's history is lost to him. He has been a Hollow for so long he often questions if he was just born a Hollow, but he does not recall ever hearing of Hollows reproducing. In truth Hanbei remembers only fragments of his history. His past is nothing but bits and pieces of events that make no sense to him. He remembers small pieces of conversations, partial faces, and only a few places in the human world. The one thing that he does remember though is his older brother who died when Hanbei was ten. He remembers that day as if it had just happened yesterday. He remembers helping out in the store with his father. His father sold various fabrics of high quality, and Hanbei and his brother helped by bringing customers in, cleaning, or even sometimes helping said customer pick out a fabric. Hanbei never helped pick out fabric though as he was bad at it. His brother did though, and his brother would have gone on to probably be a tailor or designer.
One afternoon though as they were closing Hanbei was sweeping the floor, their father out getting food, and his brother was reorganizing the fabrics. A boy came into the store out of breath, and to Hanbei it was odd aside from the fact that he was out of breath, he had never seen the boy before, and the people that came into the store were usually regulars. Anyone else just walked by. Hanbei smiled at the boy politely; clearly he was lost by the expression on his face. “Hello. I am sorry to say this but we are closed. You can come back tomorrow though.” Hanbei’s brother looked at Hanbei funny. The boy just shivered. “I…I won’t make it to tomorrow…” He said with eyes dead to the world. “Why not? Are you okay?” Hanbei asked setting the broom down. The boy nodded. “There is nothing you can do about it though…” A loud roar was heard outside. Nikitio screamed, but his brother was clearly oblivious to it just looking at Hanbei with questioning eyes. The store wall was destroyed by an unseen force. Hanbei couldn’t see what did it but he saw a shimmer of the beast.
The boy screamed, and Hanbei ran for him. Clearly whatever this thing was it was after the boy. As Hanbei got there one of the monster’s claws barely missed him. His hands went through the boy. “Y-you’re a ghost!” Hanbei said stating the obvious. The hollow roared once more and attacked for the spirit boy. Hanbei’s brother had no idea what was going on, but he ran to protect his little brother. He couldn’t see the monster but he knew his little brother was in danger. It was unfortunate for him that the beast’s claws pierced him as he crossed it’s path. Hanbei’s brother was killed on the spot. Hanbei holds a deep hatred for Shinigami because no sooner had Hanbei’s brother died when they showed up and killed the hollow. They sent the soul to Soul Society, and left. They weren’t aware that Hanbei could see them.
The next thing Hanbei remembers is attending the funeral for his brother, and leaving home later that year overcome with sadness. He remembers bits and pieces of his time away from home. Mainly that it never seemed to stop raining. He searched hopelessly for his brother’s spirit, but never found it. He remembers begging for food and money, he remembers the pain and suffering, he remembers the anger. Anger at himself for not leaving the second the boy came, anger at his brother for jumping into action without thinking about it first, anger at the Shinigami for coming so late, but most of all. Anger at fate for dealing him such a hand.
Hanbei was sound asleep in an alley one night as it snowed. He had gone several days without food and so he found sleep was hard to come by. Snow fell from the heavens in bundles which only added to his sleeping problem. He gave in, realizing he would never sleep and decided to go look for something to eat. He noticed some boys ready to steal a pie out of the window, cliche yes but he was hungry so it didn't matter, and waited behind a building for them to actually take it. The boys were older than him, but he prided himself on his running abilities. As the boys took the pie and ran Hanbei grabbed a thick stick off the ground and threw it out at the legs of the boy holding the pie. He tripped, fell, and the pie flew threw the air. It landed upright, but parts of it had broken off. Hanbei ran out, grabbed the pie, and was gone with the boys nipping at his heels. They threatened to find him, but Hanbei was not worried.
That night though, hidden in an abandoned house, the boys found him. He was asleep with the pie container on the side, licked clean. They all grinned and one threw a broken piece of wood at Hanbei. He jolted awake and backed into a corner as if he would fall through some trap door. The boys walked closer and took their time beating him. Despite the pain, he found it funny enough to laugh that he was so tired after the beating. He lay there, bleeding from various cuts and from his mouth and nose, chuckling to himself and coughing up blood. His heavy eyes slowly closed and he rested for a short few seconds, before his life ended.
Despite housing just a deep hatred for Shinigmi he decided after a year of living in the Rukongai (in the 3rd District) He decided he might as well join them. He had no intention of just sitting there doing nothing. He was also isolated due to how he looked. That angered him and picked at his nerves. This was only more drive to get the hell out of there and make something of himself. Everyday kids would comment on how weird he looked, and make fun of the fact that he enjoyed making bracelets and such. They kicked him around literally. It wasn't until a year or so before this decision to attempt at being a Shinigami, that he fought back. Nobody picked on him after that.
Rp sample: Hanbei entered his dorm room finally, and fell on his bed face-up. He lay there for a moment just staring at the ceiling. Was this truly his life now? Curse, or blessed, to a life of servitude for others, and never for himself? Would he always have to be stuck in an endless void of push and pull? Like Hakuda. The life of a Shinigami was engraved in a constant struggle for power. But why was the question that haunted his mind. Hanbei hated to do anything without knowing why. These rules, limitations, were so strict, and why? True a lot of them were for protection, but there were several that Han just didn’t understand. He guessed it wasn’t his place to know though, and so he wouldn’t know. One day he would find out, and then things would be right, at least for him. He rolled onto his good side and was left facing his dorm. There was a small desk in the corner next to the window. On the floor was a circular rug he put in there. Candles were also on his desk, he didn’t like fluorescent lighting, and then of course the door. His back was to the wall now, and he debated seeing a nurse or something. He sighed and decided against it. Such a thing was weakness, and he would not be weak. He would not go about here being looked down upon.
He didn’t care what others thought of him. He didn’t care if he was the butt of every joke. He didn’t care if he was ignored or whispered about. He didn’t care if he got glares or if pranks were played on him. But he would give them no reason to think him weak or beneath them. Hanbei had two personal rules. One: Never kill without a reason. Two: You can always find a reason. Then again he had a few more about never starting a fight. It was something he learned in the Rukongai. Never start a fight, always end it. In clearer words it means never throw the first punch. Always let someone else hit you first, and hope that they enjoyed it. Cause if you know what you’re doing, it would be their last hit on you. Everyone looked down upon the lesser fortunate beating upon others that have less or among themselves. Hanbei quickly discovered you become something like a hero if you can defend yourself properly and not start a fight.
He smiled to himself as he remembered the days back home, running through the streets with his friends to avoid getting caught. Stealing was what you had to do. You had to take what you needed to live. You had to do whatever was needed. If you failed, you’d never get anywhere and you’d probably die. You never took more than you needed though as you would be looked down upon. It was almost as bad as killing. Hanbei missed the Rukongai. He made a personal promise to himself to always visit his old home when he could. He wasn’t sure of how his old friends felt though. He left before he could tell them, and so he was unsure of their thoughts. Despite being such close friends for so long, they had never spoken about Shinigami. They had only seen them once or twice, and his friends never brought them up. He hoped they wouldn’t be mad. He would have to work extra hard to prove that he was still the same. He wasn’t going to be prideful like the Shinigami were infamous for. He didn’t like such pride. He always heard stories about how pride had gotten someone killed. He didn’t want to die, and he sure as hell didn’t want to die because of pride.
He sat up in his bed and shook his mind clear of all these thoughts. He began to walk around in circles. Sleep wouldn’t come to him with his mind racing like this. He was thinking all about Shinigami, and tales of their deaths. He thought about their pride, and he debated about what his Zanpakuto would be like. Who would he be? What would he look like? Would he get a Zanpakuto? Would Claudia kill him before that? If he died could Derrick raise him from the dead? Would he be a zombie? Can you have zombie Shinigami? What would a Zombie Shinigami look like? Do they have flesh that rots? Would they smell? Some would say that he is scatter brained. Some would call him crazy for even thinking about such thoughts. He said that it was the trait of a true explorer. Anyone can go to lands far away, but not just anyone can consider the unknown. Not just anyone could sit and think about their thoughts. Oh well, cest la vie.
He finally felt sleep creeping upon him like darkness over the sky. He decided he would lay down before he passed out on the floor. Crawling into bed he laid on his back and awaited the darkness to overtake him. With a deep and heavy sigh he closed his eyes. His mind’s thoughts faded to black. There was a soft voice, and fear creped over him. He couldn’t see anything, and he felt awake, but he knew he was asleep. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe an ounce. Fear choked him. He strangled his voice, and clogged his pores. It blinded him, broke him, touched him, and violated him. The only thing he could do was listen. Listen to the one voice that existed here, wherever here was. ”Answer…” | |
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