Henka no Buringā

Name: Henka no Buringā
Age of Appearance: 15
Actual Age: 178
Height: 5”4
Weight: 85 lbs
Gender: Male

Personality:
Henka lives up to his name, which means “He Who Brings Change”. Being the genius child that he is, he’s always thinking, always solving puzzles within his head, with that unique and devilish smirk on his face. His personality is rather manipulative, as he always gets what he wants, and wants whatever he can't have. He's willing to step on anyone and anything to get where he needs to be, and don't you dare stand in his way, if you do prepare for a serious mental breakdown. Years of research on the topic of psychology gave him the tools to persuade the human mind to cooperate with anything he wants. Despite this eerie personality trait, Henka is a teen at heart, worrying about looks just like everyone else, shy around girls, if he were in a high school you'd think of him as an outcast.

In the Soul Society, he is known for his arrogance and need to assert his dominance on whoever he sees fit too. He always has to be top dog, the leader of sorts, or at least in a high ranking position so that he can feel superior. Some might see this as a superiority complex, if you dare insult him by saying so he will go on a rampage of scientific terms denouncing what you say and proclaiming himself your better. Further proving the fact of his own weakness. Because of this need to feel superior, losing is not something that computes with him, he will never give up, never give in no matter what you say. He will always persevere, whether it's something trivial, or a battle to the death, nothing will stop him. And should he ever lose, he'll take it incredibly seriously, acting much like a 'sore loser'.

Henka takes deep, deep pride in his scientific accomplishments, though most likely you will have probably never heard of them. You can normal find him in the lab, scouring over thousands of different reports and analyzing them thoroughly with his computer-like mind. His creativity knows no bounds, as he he is always thinking up some new serum, some new device, something that could change the world, as his name implies. This drive to show that he is not just another soldier to be tossed aside is shown at almost every waking moment of his life. Just looking at the way he struts down the halls with his chest out and head held high, you can tell that he has something to be proud of, or something to prove. Some may say that his obsession with science was a bit off putting though Henka would simply retort, "What have you done with your life then, that could possibly stand up to my scientific achievements!?" along with a long winded speech, proclaiming that science is the key to unlocking all secrets.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Henka despite his looks is a boy. He just looks very much like a girl, to a point where many people mistake him as such. With short pink hair, and a girlish face it’s no wonder why. A fact that he is fairly sensitive about, seeing as his dominative personality and ego is cruelly attacked when considered to be a female. And normal has fits of rage when people classify him as such, though it isn’t like he doesn’t discourage thoughts of this with his rather… flamboyant mannerisms, and refusal to change his hair color. His eyes are a dark red, and huge, almost as big as saucers whether he’s surprised or not. Above these eyes is a pale forehead, not a single eyebrow, burned off in a rather messy lab accident. His hair is matted and uncouth, cut at awkward angles so that one side seems longer than another.

Henka is fairly pale, his pink hair attracting more attention than his base plain skin that seems to have no pigment to it. Being the Kido expert he is, Henka lacks basic muscle tone, not being much on the heavy side either makes him an easy push over. You'd expect him to be more at home reading comic books than wielding a blade for battle. He's as thin as a bean pole, if he turns to the side you just might miss him, and his feminine figure furthering adding to the impression that he is a female. He doesn't have muscles or abs as most shinigami do as he lacks training in the art of sword combat, and so usually resorts to using his mind to fight his battles for him.

Henka's manner of style is rather fashionable, and he cares much about his looks, making sure that he always looks good even in the heat of battle. While he wears the normal dress of a shinigami, under his robe is a black long sleeved shirt that clings tightly to his skin, the only thing changing from it's monotonous color is the white color that surrounds his neck. Normally, he will leave his robe open so that this shirt can be seen. Besides the white bandages wrapped around the outside of his shinigami wear, it's pretty average, though if you happen to roll up Henka's sleeves you will find what looks like steel braces on his wrists. These braces are thick metal, but at the same time light weight allowing for ease of movement, while also giving him some protection for his arms.

Sealed Zanpakutō :

Spoiler:

Henka's sealed blade is almost constantly in its sheath, or not present on his person at all, he sees it as useless and barbaric, and normally uses Kido instead. But when forced to use his blade, it's appearance is rather normal. The hilt guard of this blade is a simple circle, attached to the blade by four prongs spaced equally apart so that it splits the circle into even fourths. The blade itself is a rather short one, making it difficult to stand up to zanpaktou with longer blades. The blade is double edged, allowing for easy strikes.

• Spirit power: 20
  
• Speed: 5
  
• Intelligence: 30
  
• Fighting skill: 5

History/Background:
Not much is known about Henka's past, even he has forgotten most of it after over 300 years in the Soul Society, but he does remember one scene of his life. When he was four years old and still alive. Back then, he was happy just to be breathing, he had friends, and a decent future. His family was not a rich one, though also not a poor one. It was a wonder why it had to experience such tragedy when they were such good people. On the day that killed Henka, was the day his mother explained to him what his name meant. It meant "He Who Brings Change" meaning that he was the one that would change the world. It was a lot of pressure to put on a five year old, but Henka handled it easily, he knew that his mother and father had trust in him, and so he knew that he would succeed no matter what.

150 Years ago, where computers and cell phones were completely foreign, was a dangerous world. Especially in Japan. They didn't have early warning systems when great tragedies were about to happen, and when a tsunami reared it's sapphire head, it ended the lives of hundreds. The boy that was to bring about change, was dead. This tragedy was quickly handled by Shinigami, who used Konso to send the souls back to the Soul Society. When Henka arrived, he was distraught, not just because he couldn't find his family, but because he was dead. No longer would he be able to change anything, he couldn't help anyone, and his name meant nothing to him. It was dead to him. And so were any ambitious he had ever had. Now... He didn't know what to do with his existence.

It wasn't until he realized the potential to mold his own reiatsu did he actually even get the idea to join the Shinigami Academy, by then he had spent almost one hundred years in the Soul Society, and six years in the Human World. He was quick to learn about the Shinigami Academy, and favored Kido above all, and recognized the infinite abilities of manipulation of reiatsu. In fact, it became one of his prime studies, forgetting and often skipping any Kendo classes. No, Kido was of the utmost importance to him. It didn't take long for him to finally graduate, in the time after that, Henka joined the Shinigami Research Institute, believing that change through technology would allow him to live up to his rather powerful name.

Rp sample:

"Come on... Speak to me..." he growled, staring at his blade that seemed to be trying to sabotage him. Just looking it made him angry. The brutish blade, not in the least bit showing the characteristics of other zanpaktou. It didn't release any spiritual pressure, tell him his name or anything. It seemed more like a waste of time than a weapon that held 'unlimited' power. he wondered if there was an equation to unlock it's secrets, if perhaps he could force it to obey him by using some sort of scientific procedure. He thought for a moment, staring at the weapon in his lap. "Tell me your secrets..." For a moment he stared at it, unflinching, unwavering, never blinking. He tightened his grip on his knee caps, squinting and staring deeper into the expressionless weapon. A sound, like the rustle of wind on trees, it sounded like the groan of an ancient voice. He gaped, wondering if this was the mysterious voice of his zanpaktou. "What are you saying...?" the words his blade spoke was so muted, and incomprehensible that it might as well be speaking a whole other language. "Damn it..."