Adrias [Shinigami]

Subject: Adrias [Shinigami] Thu Nov 11, 2010 12:45 pm

Shinigami

Name: Adrias Sora

Age: 13 (As his appearance preference.)369 (Real Age)

Height: 165 centimeters.

Weight:41 kilogram

Gender: Male

Personality: Adrias is a quiet individual he keeps to himself not really butting himself into others business, of course if he has to do something because it is his responsibility as the academy student such as stopping a hollow ( Weak-hollow.) he will most definitely step in. Adrias talks only when spoken to so one should not expect him be the one to start a conversation he is more of an observer rather than someone who would involve themselves. He likes to observe and learn from what others are doing, by observing them he likes to spend time alone it allows him to clear his mind up and think to himself of all the things that trouble him or just about anything he has experienced. Adrias always has a serious expression no matter what is happening around him he doesn’t like to show emotions very much he just doesn’t feel right doing so he likes to give that image of a stone wall shinigami who has a one track mind. But in reality he is a very complex individual one who is very intellectual. He doesn’t really hate or like a certain type of person he is very flexible in the sense that he can work with anyone no matter what that persons’ way of thinking because he understands that this world is full of different people, so much diversity and uniqueness is what makes this world so beautiful according to Adrias.

Adrias has a very strong of duty and loyalty he believe strongly in what Soul Society stands for and he will strike down anyone who stands against it, the enemies of Soul Society in Adrias’s eyes must be struck down with the swift hammer of justice. Anyone who opposes Soul Society or disrupts the delicate balance of the universe must be killed without question; this is how strong Adrias believes that Soul Society’s law should be upheld at any costs. In battle Adrias remains relatively cool headed he likes to strategize in the middle of a battle because only then can he be sure whether his plan of action will be effective, but doing it before hand in his eyes is foolish because no one can truly be sure of the outcome of a battle. He also believes in passive aggressive battle styles where he will have sudden burst of straight on aggressive attacks in an attempt to overpower an enemy, but at the same time he will stop make distance and attack in a more tactical manner. Mixing between two very different fighting styles he knows the opponent would find it difficult to adjust and find a good counter, to his style thus not letting them get comfortable. But Adrias in reality will only fight when it is absolutely necessary he doesn’t like to unsheathe his sword unless it is absolutely necessary for him to take up arms, if he sees that his fellow students have the situation under control he will just observe as he always does waiting to see if he is truly needed.

Appearance: His body built is that of a warrior indeed someone who is ready to fight at a moment’s notice, he understands that one must be in shape in order to take part in combat otherwise knowing what to do is meaningless unless your body has the stamina, speed and strength required to properly execute said techniques. Being a bit of a perfectionist Adrias takes care of his body a lot he keeps at top physical condition with daily exercise, in doing so his body has become very muscular but not in the sense where he is a walking mountain of muscle. He is just right with his build his muscles are all there and well defined having enough bulk to be visibly seen when he is not using his cloth, but not so much as to seem about ready to tear his clothing off if he flexes. There is almost no visible fat on Adrias’s body making it very physically attractive, his bicep and triceps are visibly defined with his bicep being slightly bulked making it visible under clothing, his chest is wide but well muscled the bulk on the muscles just enough to make them visible through his clothing. He had a big six pack running down his stomach the six pack is visible only when he takes off the top part of his Academy’s uniform, his legs are just as powerful as his upper body the thigh muscles is thick and strong looking being able to visibly see the muscles when it is exposed. His calf muscle is just as visible a bulge of muscle, another thing that is visible is that his veins are visible on his arms and legs as well but usually happens right after he had been involved in battle for an extended period of time.

He has a black head of hair the hair grows back going between his two shoulder blades and ending at mid back, meeting at a spear head like shape, the rest of his hair goes back in leaning spikes, several different strands of silver hair that loom over his eyes, his silver sideburns run down the side of his face stopping right after passing his ear being quite lengthy. The silver hair runs down his back going past the back of his neck meeting at a tip point at the very end of where the hair stops to grow, the hair itself is very odd in style the top of it is spiked with what could be best described as lazy spike. The spikes lean down even when the wind is not pushing them running down to the back of his head going down in a neat row of lazy spikes with the tip pointing down. He has a light tan skin color which lends to the definition of his muscles making them all the more visible under the sun light, his skin itself is very soft to the touch and so warm it wraps anyone he touches in a comforting feeling as if nothing can harm them all their troubles would just flush away. Adrias has that particular gift to make people feel at ease, not just with his words but with his touch it is nothing special just something about his calm aura that he gives off. His eyes are a Golden yellow color they almost seem as if made of glass like if they’re fake eyes but they are his real eyes those gentle Golden eyes never showing an ounce of emotion those who believe that they can read people through the eyes would find that particularly difficult if they looked into Adrias’s eyes. But the eyes are not cold they lack all emotion except for calmness his gaze is a calm one there is no anger, or sadness in them just a calm and unmoving gaze that seems to stare deep into the souls of those he sets them on.

His clothing is very basic he pretty much dresses like any other Student of the shino academy wearing the basic uniform it is just the right size for him fitting him perfectly, the sleeves run down his arm hanging from his shoulders a bit loose but not so much as to seem to baggy. The upper portion of his uniform is slightly opened showing his muscular upper body but not too much so that he comes off as a show off, his sleeves hang just over his wrist not going past them fully showing his hands and wrist in plain view, which he wears light weight gauntlets on his hands. The full piece gauntlets cover his hands completely stopping at his wrist and covering the wrist themselves with a thin strap the gauntlets are made of a combination of fiber and light metals so as to not become a burden to Adrias. The bottom portion of his uniform is pretty basic just hanging loosely and a bit baggy from his waist where a white sash ties around his waist gently yet firmly, also this is what straps his zanpaktou into place. He wears the typical Geta sandals with the white socks covering his feet as well the only thing out of the ordinary really being his gauntlets.

Sealed Zanpakutō : His zanpaktou in its sealed state doesn’t really resemble a katana like most zanpaktou, it is in fact a Ninjato which is much shorter then a regular katana the hilt of the Ninjato is similar to the one placed on a regular katana. It is a one piece weapon, with a black hilt that is divided from the blade by a square tsuba [hand guard] the blade itself is [15] inches long it is exactly [7] inches shorter then that of a katana’s blade. The sheath of his weapon is the size of a regular sheath giving the illusion that his zanpaktou is like all others, the cherry wood sheath is a dark red color comparable to a bricks color. The reason it is placed in a katana sized sheath is too fool the enemy into believing that his blade is the same size as that of the opponents, thus when both draw naturally Adrias will draw his zanpaktou first getting the first strike. The zanpaktou is fitted to the left side of his waist hanging loosely attached to his waist.

Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit power: 25

Speed: 15

Intelligence: 5

Fighting skill: 15

History/Background: Adrias was born a regular human like everyone else his mother and his father where regular people overall he lived a pretty regular life as a child having hopes and dreams like anyone else, going to school in order to gain a higher education and getting a good future. His parents where always supportive of whatever it was he wanted to do, everything was going just dandy up until Adrias turned thirteen years old it was at this time that his life began to spiral out of control. He was hanging out with the wrong crowd, doing all the wrong things, and destroying himself little by little the once proud young man that had a bright future ahead of him now sat in an alley way wearing torn clothing, a jacket resting on his shoulders to keep him warm. A knife rested on his lap it was a full one piece hunting knife, sturdy and sharp enough to skin the prey, but Adrias was not hunter he was a thief he sat there waiting for an unsuspecting victim to come his way for him to take advantage of them and using his knife take from the weak what he wanted. It began to rain it had been cloudy all day, so this was of no surprise the rain was better for Adrias less people walked on the streets less witnesses more of a chance to get someone alone, finally amongst the many rain drops he heard footsteps headed in his direction.

He pushed himself up to his feet and as quietly as possible walked to wards the end of the alley pressing his back against the soaking wet brick wall, not that it mattered he himself was dripping with water he held the blade firmly in his right hand looking over the corner of the wall. There he saw what seemed a lonely blonde woman walking with an umbrella over her head to keep her dry, an easy target Adrias couldn’t help but smirk he had become such thrash, such scum that to him the weak where nothing more but easy prey. Similar to a panther lying in wait to pounce its prey he stood quietly slipping back behind the cover of the brick wall, the woman walked her footsteps getting louder as she got closer than when she was close enough Balmung attacked. He sprung out of his hiding spot his blade in his hand he showed the rusty blade to the woman, what was left of the rusty old sword gave off the reflection of the dim street light that hung above their heads. The woman’s eyes widened as they filled with fear and shock she took a step back as Adrias took a step forward ’Give me all you got!” he snapped at the woman in a voice filled with anger, clearly a sign that he wasn’t kidding and that blade in his hand wasn’t just for show. The woman nodded keeping her head low, her long blonde hair flowed gently from her head keeping dry under the umbrella, she handed Adrias her purse he snatched it being so eager and happy that things had gone so smoothly he couldn’t wait and decided to look through her purse right there and then. The man had let his guard down and this was the woman’s chance to teach this scum bag a lesson she swung her umbrella down striking Adrias the suddenly strike startled making him drop the purse and his blade. He stared at the woman with an evil glare; it was time to let the bitch have it he knelt down to reach for his knife when he heard a click, that he had heard so many times before. His eyes widened in the back of his mind he already knew what it was but for some reason unknown to him he still wanted to look up as if reassure himself of what it was. His eyes slowly moved up his head following, what he saw only proved his thoughts correct he was staring down the barrel of a small snub nose magnum.

The gun itself was so small that it could easily be hidden; a perfect self defense tool and a dangerous one at most Adrias expected paper spray or a taser but not this the small .38 snub nose was all black pure steel, with a nice rubber grip for comfort. Adrian’s eyes moved from the barrel of the run and onto the woman’s eyes, a grin crept on his face her eyes where shaking she was scared it was clear she wouldn’t do anything he reached for the handle of his blade ignoring the woman and challenging her bluff. But then a loud bang echoed in the silent and dead street Adrias felt a burning sensation on his left shoulder he quickly stood up, he wasn’t bleeding meaning there was no exit wound, the bullet had most likely lodged itself in his shoulder blade. He stared at the woman reaching for her with one hand the woman stepped back closing her eyes she fired two more shots, suddenly there was silence and only but a thud was heard. She opened her eyes slowly they widened she couldn’t believe what she was seeing one of her shots had hit Adrias square in the head, right between the eyes a bullseye! She had killed this scum, this low life thrash, yet she felt guilty all she could do was fall to her knees and sob. But why? Was it out of pity for this man? The very same man who up to a few seconds ago brandished a rusty knife in front of her? A man who had probably killed and raped many innocent women? Nobody but this woman knows, and this story is not about her…

A gasp of air! Was the first thing that Adrias took as he sat up quickly his vision was blurred for a few seconds he was shielding his eyes from the sun using his hand, he tried to make out where he was but his vision it was so blurry. Was he in the hospital? But it was night time a few minutes ago and the rain was pouring down at him, perhaps he had been sleep this whole time and had been picked up by an ambulance or a Good Samaritan walking by called the ambulance when seeing his injured body. Pft, as if there was no such thing as a Good Samaritan in Adrias’s cruel existence his vision finally cleared at last he could see. He looked around and the only thing that ran through his mind was, ‘what the hell!?’ he wasn’t in the streets of the city, he was in what seemed to be feudal Japan, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing was this a dream? No it felt real, the wind was warm slapping against his exposed skin, the air was crisp and fresh not like that polluted stuff from the city he pushed himself up to his feet slowly regaining himself. The people of this village walked by him as if he didn’t exist, Adrias began to walk down the dirt path the many row of identical homes at both of his sides where seemingly endless, finally something in the distance a giant white wall Adrias was curious he walked to wards this wall stopping just a few inches from it was this city’s limit? He looked up at the massive wall then noticed man to his left who seemed to be a guard the man was approaching Adrias, he was armed with a long spear like weapon this made Adrias raise an eyebrow who still used those kind of weapons? Just what kind of place was this?

Didn’t seem like the kind of weapon that a guard should use the man finally stood in front of Adrias he was an average sized man wearing what to Adrias looked like a black kimono ‘Do you need help villager?’ the man asked in a rather harsh tone. Adrias’s head jerked back as he heard the man speak he didn’t like his tone, and the man had referred to Adrias as a villager he looked down for the first time since he had awoken here at his clothing. Too notice that he was wearing torn up brown clothes he looked up at the man with his cold gaze, “I am not a villager buddy, and now that you mention it I am kind of hungry” when Adrias said this the guard’s cold expression changed he looked surprised that Adrias had said that. Of course Adrias didn’t know what he had said he had just asked for some food, or perhaps the jackass guard could direct him in the right path to finding a food stance somewhere around here. The guard cleared his throat ‘Come with me…’ he said as he turned and started to walk ahead, Adrias nodded he figured the man would lead him to a local spot where people ate so he decided to follow the man. As they walked no words were spoken it was silence between the two men then the guard turned giving a signal as the massive door in front of him was opened he looked back at the villager pointing ahead of him ‘Go there’ was all the man said as he turned facing the village again getting back on duty. Adrias was confused but he figured if he asked a question he would just get a blunt answer so he merely sighed turned to see a massive building that the man had pointed at, maybe it was a local restaurant and a fancy one but he had no money on him. He merely shrugged and stepped inside walking down a brick path towards where the tall white building little did Adrias that he was heading for the shinigami academy…..

After enrolling to the academy Adrias would begin his training to become a shinigami, his time in the academy was where he would become more humble and turn into a more private person he didn’t really show to excel in anything at first he was a pretty average Student. That is until he started to learn the art of hand to hand combat this was where Adrias showed his true colors he was rather gifted at it after his training was not done in the academy Adrias would try to go on to graduate and become one of the Unseated shinigami he had come to learn so much about while in the academy. When he first started he had his doubts, about all this and there were times where he still believed it all too still be a dream but every time he proved to himself that this was not a dream it was his reality now. Upon graduating Adrias would go through a process of having to find a suitable squad for him, he was planning on joining the fifth squadron [5th] simply because they were so Combat oriented and he had gotten a passion for Training in his time at the academy. But the choices where still up in the air for him it would be around this time that Adrias would meet the man whom would teach him the ways of the Kenjutsu, and show him his true potential. It all happened during a visit to the dojo where he was sparring some other Student around his level at hand to hand combat, but as Adrias was beating each of his fellow student a man would step into a dojo. The man stood at an average height at about five foot nine, he wore the same Students outfit which all other students wore but his sleeves where a bit short stopping half way up his forearm. Showing the man’s skinny physique, his forearms looked like twigs; his neck was so skinny overall this man with his slouch shoulders didn’t look all that physically imposing. Over his shoulders he wore a red stripped white kimono top which was a dark red color, with yellow leaves designing all around it the man held a long skinny wooden pipe in his right hand he had short black hair that reached down to his cheek but was kept pretty flat stuck to his face. Another unique aspect was that the man’s left eyes was wrapped in bandages as if he was injured in battle or something of the sort, he stepped forward approaching Adrias.

Once he was close all he would say would be ‘Hit me’Adrias would turn looking at the skinny and frail man, he smirked before saying “You sure about that? I don’t think you—“ but he was cut off before finishing his sentence ‘Take it?’ the man would respond ending Adrias’s sentence a smirk crept across his face as he motioned with his hand for adrias to try and hit him. The young black haired student felt his ego flare up as he jumped back taking a stance, then dashed forward cocking back his left hand balled into a tight fist, when he was within range he would throw the punch when doing so the frail man would move to the side avoiding it while gripping Adrias’s wrist gently and with minimal effort turning it forcing Adrias to flip. He flew across the air before crashing onto the ground with a loud thud the wooden ground cracking under his weight but not breaking all the way through, the man merely chuckled but it was flushed out by the sound of the other Older student’s laughter as they saw the mighty student Adrias fell flat on his back in the blink of an eye. The black haired Adrias was quick to jump to his feet turning to face the man this time with a glare, it was clear he was angry now but this was a weakness and the frail man planned on taking full advantage of the boys reckless behavior. ‘I do hope that is not all you can do’ the man said adding fuel to the fire of rage Adrias stomped his foot on the ground giving himself a stable stance “Not going to hold back this time gramps!”. He said as he started to run across the ground covering the distance between them rather quickly raising his left fist again he cocked it back preparing to punch the man, a flash of reiatsu lit up the room momentarily as his entire left hand and forearm where covered in a wild white flow of reiatsu. The frail man stood still not taking a stance, merely smoking his pipe as he yawned waiting for Adrias to attack clearly not impressed he then delivered the strike throwing his fist at the man aiming to smash it on his face.

Once again though the man dodged but this time he decided to it with more style he jumped back forcing Adrias to chase him and waist more of his energy charging the attack, when the fist came close he moved his head to the side avoiding the punch. The reiatsu was released in a dangerous burst of violent energy that caused the ground to shake slightly around them, the frail built students wasted no time to bend his knees and spin rapidly striking Sendo on his ribs with a swift elbow followed by a push to the face and a sweep of the feet knocking the young hot head off his feet and slamming him on the ground. He was dizzy now laying there and hopeless the man merely chuckled as he walked past Adrias heading towards the entrance it was as if he had just come here to shut the loud mouth up and give him a reality check. But the man stopped before stepping out of the dojo, turning over his shoulder he looked at Adrias with his good ‘If you really want to improve, find me and I will give you a few lesson. I guess a loser like you has some decent skill’ was all the man would say before leaving the dojo Adrias heard the man’s words and couldn’t help but smirk for some reason as he lay there defeated and embarrassed. Three days after the entire incident Adrias went out and searched out the mysterious Teacher/Student’s veteran in hopes of finding the man and well as the man had said do some training with him, he found the man after which he asked him for some training. The man at first claimed to not remember Adrias and told him to leave that he wasn’t running a shelter for the homeless offended and angered Adrias threw a kick at the man’s head the man dodged, countered and once again Adrias ended up on his back it was after this that the man remembered who it was he was speaking to the hot head from the dojo or so he called him. Their training began immediately the name introduced himself as Takashi a member of squad fifth he was known as the master of his own fighting style called the Takashi sword style he planned on teaching it to Adrias. Simply because having just melee combat under his belt limited the young green horn student from being as great as he could be so their training started it was hard work every day and so unorthodox something that Adrias was not used to it was clear that Takashi sensei did not do things by the book. The training continued till it past 3 centuries.But this was just the beginning…

Rp sample:
The leafs on the branches of the trees rustled as figures seemingly dashed over the ground below the trees, the moons light shined down on the trees below making them cast a shadow over the ground below them. "Hadou number 4..White Lightning!" a voice would call out as a bright bolt of reiatsu zoomed through the air striking a branch in front of the shadowy figure breaking it off the tree, the figures foot slipped by making him fall to the ground with a thud. He quickly jumped up and turned he was wearing civilian clothes but held what seemed to be a katana by the sheath in his left hand another figure landed in front of him the Black haired student stared at the man. "For defecting from Shino academy..I am here to take you back or kill you where you stand if you resist" it was Striver he had been sent here on a mission to capture this Rouge Students named Masamoto kun reached for the handle of his zanpaktou drawing it from his scabbard. He stood there waiting for the man to respond the rouge Student chuckled as a wide grin crept onto his face "Like hell I will just go along with you!" he said as he drew his zanpaktou rushing at Adrias swinging it at him across the torso. Masamotoblocked it with his zanpaktou the sound of the steel blades clashing echoing in the silent night around them, the two would have a small power struggle before pushing one another away their feet dragging on the ground dust picking up at ankle level.

Adrias recovered quickly dashing forward towards the rouge Students he raised his zanpaktou as if ready to swing it in a diagonal fashion over the torso of the enemy, but when he was close to adrias,he seemed prepared to block he would vanish in a blur of speed. He would re appear next to Adrias turning as he swung his zanpaktou all in one fluid motion, the rouge Adrias turned to face him blood would suddenly spill into the air. Then rain down on to the ground making the solid and dry soil, making it moist a thud was heard as one of the two combatants fell over to the ground Adrias swung his zanpaktou swiftly the blood on the blade splattering on the ground. He slowly slid the zanpaktou back into its scabbard, the all black scabbard being held with his left hand as he slid it in, he looked down at the barely alive student. "I told you to come along quietly..." he would aim a finger at the student whom just looked up at him helplessly unable to move or defend himself. "Hadou number 4...White Lightning" he would whisper at the tip of his index finger a small amount of reiatsu would gather and then shot down at his head piercing the rouges head killing him instantly the blood would spill from the dead rouges head out of his exit wound. With that done Adrias would take out his cell phone flipping it open he brought it up to his ear, "Mission complete, target resisted so he had to be eliminated..." a muffled voice could be heard on the other end of the phone Adrias merely nodded "Understood..." he would close the cell phone turned and begin to walk away from the corpse. His body would soon vanish in the darkness of the forest around the area.

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