Kousaru
Number of Posts : 11 Age : 29 Location : Soul soceity? Aspirations into the primal instinct for self-preservation. No trite renditions. Job/Interests : Gazing at the Lament Lanterns. Registration Date : 2011-02-08
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| Shinigami
Name: Ray Kousaru Mugenryu
Age: The male has treaded on the soul society ever since the occurence of his birth; Deficient of his records on the hundreds of years he has been active on inhabiting the sieretei, but it is speculated his age was around 169 as for his appearance delight he confirm the physical appearance of 18 years old..
Height: Estimate height level of this shinigami is that of; one hundred-seventy one- centimeters ( Exactly 5'11")
Weight: Approximately sixty-eight kilograms, his weight is fixed; thus augmentation will be declined no matter what he consumes. Even the most deleterious foods will be decomposed into energy that replenishes stamina. The process occurs at a much more rapid rate than regular shinigami. The requirement of sleep is entirely optional, as it plays no role on his physique and daily performances.
Gender: Male
Personality:Kousaru has an overhaul of a personality from his earlier years as a students. At first, he was extremely brooding, and contemptuous, uncompromising and terribly hateful of the world. Very few people could actually stand his hateful behavior, not the least of which is Kaito saruwatari. He was literally overbearing towards anyone, and everyone. At least, until he got the grips with himself. His personality change took a turn for the better thanks to him conquering his inner evils.Since then, he became quite the casual guy. He smiles a lot to people, even to his enemies. He wastes no moment of his life being positive more, and being negative less. He is never too emotional, but he is not insensitive to the feelings of people around him. In fact, he is a good friend to people who doesn't threaten the safety of Soul soceity, or anyone he's affiliated to. He habitually goes out of his way to help his friends in times of needs and at the same time, still manages to protect Seireitei and hard working to graduate from the Academy.Despite his martial nature, Kousaru is very casual in all manners of his life. He walks airily and smoothly, as if he's constantly levitating with every step. He talks very politely to others too, even towards his enemy. His voice, of course, carries quite a level of warmth usually, failing only when his opponent is forcing his hand. He never fails to be quite friendly to people especially to shinigami. All throughout Seireitei, the people he meets are greeted by his friendly smile, and a warm aura emanating from him. Even during heated fights, he is extremely cool, and very stable. Unlike his bestfriend, Saix, he's quite the cool-headed fighter. He is also extremely efficient in doing the things that are needed to be done. He doesn't waste any effort, or expend more energy than necessary simply because its the way he operates. He doesn't do anything more than what is required, and certainly follows his orders until such time he feels it necessary to deviate for the greater good. More or less, Kousaru is still very obedient of his superiors, especially Captain commander, whom he views in a very high regard and respect.
Appearance:
Kousaru has a short to middle length brand of hair. It dons a dark-shade of black, with a few crimson streaks on the side and the bangs. The white streaks were not artificial. He was born with it, and it's not a result of his hair turning crimson. Its really part of his hair-do, and is biologically given to him. At some point it makes him rather unique, but at the same time, it gives him that distinguishing characteristic. Most people actually know him by the white streaks found on his hair. Just a little below the hairs flowing down the side of his face, streaks of green can also be seen. Its also in-born and was not placed there artificially. His hair is actually a great deal of talk in his division in the Gotei 13 and the academy. People actually thinks he dyes it to make it look like that, when it's not really the case. His hair also has another unique feature. It automatically adjusts to its normal length (seen in the picture above), and doesn't grow past that. even when people would try to shave Kousaru's head, the hair would simply grow back again. It also retains its layered, messy style, above all. Next would be his face. Kousaru has a pair of golden yellow eyes that sometimes have these enthralling eyes that make them look like they belong to a philosopher. They are always deep, infinitely deep, and yet they retain such high level of warmth. People who catches Kousaru looking at them feels as if an encouraging aura suddenly swirls around them. His eyes also moves rather discreetly, especially when following another person. One does not often catch Kousaru's eyes moving especially when he's standing still.
People who were fortunate enough to face Kousaru and stare into his eyes would tell others that it was like staring into a well of clear blue water, serene and yet the bottom cannot be seen. People further explained that Kousaru's eyes were passionate and willful. Especially for a shinigami, Kousaru's eyes were like that of a vigilant hawk, constantly on the look out, undeterred, and a certain level of vigilance can be seen. There's quite a lot of warmth in his eyes, and certainly joy. People who gazed onto them frequently would tell you that it gives hope to people, as if despair does not exist. Those eyes were also one of the things that made Kousaru rather popular and well-received in most divisions in the Gotei 13 and the academy. Everyone simply finds him welcoming, and often times, it was questioned whether or not he could possess a high degree of killing intent present in most members of Seireitei. As for his clothing apparel you can see most in the picture except that he didn't wear the same academy uniform.His eyebrows are dark-shade of blude, similar to his hair, and are usually expressive. This expressive movement is mirrored by Kousaru's lively visage. He always have that apologetic, smiling face, one that never fails to encourage even in times of adversity. There is simply a lack of negative emotions present on his face most of the time, and this has earned him quite a reputation. Among the shinigamis of the Gotei 13, his facial expression is one that depicts an casual nature, similar to his eyes. It is dynamic, and it never fails to give out a ray of hope. People have been known to feel lighter and encouraged when they stare at Kousaru's facial expression for too long, simply because it is filled with such positive aura.
Sealed Zanpakutō: Shinsei Inryoku resembles a honjo masamune, an elegantly forged, high durability, and extremely sharp katana that has a blade length of at least 45-inches long. Because of the sheer length of the blade, drawing this blade presents a certain level of difficulty, one that requires a rather tricky set up. Also, because of the blade length, Kousaru does not carry the sword sheathed and hanging around his waist. He holds the sheathe of the blade, instead, and keeps the threads tied to his left wrist.Counting the Tsuba (cross-guard) and the handle, all the way to the pommel, Shinsei Inryoku's entire length is exactly 60-inches long. It, however, has a slender appearance, like a nodachi. The blade itself is metallic silver, and the wavy lines are dimly visible to the naked eye. However, it can be clearly seen once the sword is angled in such a way that light reflects to the eyes of the one looking at the sword in a 90-degree angle. Along the middle of the sword, several kanji characters are lightly embedded, and the japanese words "Tenchi Kairisu, Kaibyaku no Hoshi", which translates to as "Star of Creation that Splits Apart Heaven and Earth", can be dimly seen. The habaki (blade-collar) of the sword is golden, and sports a set of tribal lines.
It glows in darkness, and deflects light. Formed near the joint section of the Habaki and the Tsuba, are rows of serrated lines. The Tsuba has a simple, circular design. There are several markings running around the surface of the guard, one that depicts a winged, shadowy being. On the bottom of the guard, the surface depicts a set of hands counting from 1 to 7.The handle is expertly wrapped in black dragon's beard, deftly patterned to produce the signature diamond patterns on the handle. Handle base has a white color, which allows the emphasis on the diamond patterns. The dragon's beard coils from the top of the handle, touching the Tsuba, all the way down to the pommel, where it is capped off by an obsidian pommel-cap. The pommel-cap's surface bottom has the kanji for "Destruction", written and embossed with a layer of black strokes.
Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either: Spirit power:5 Speed: 5 Intelligence: 20 Fighting skill: 30
History/Background: Pain. What do you know about the word, pain? Pain is when we have lost something. Whether it be the pain of a defeat, or the pain of losing hope. Whether it be an ambition destroyed, or a close loved one gone. Pain is when we feel in our hearts the blade of the invisible knife, and when we feel in our souls the emptiness, the black hole that can never be filled, and that can never be sealed up again. We can only forget about it on some occasions, but we can never truly lose sight of it. When we attempt to, we only remember it more, and we only cause ourselves a renewal of that same pain, that same pain which keeps the hole open. There is nothing beyond it which we can really think to remedy. And yet, there is something in that pain of ours, there is something that we realize. Wisdom. Wisdom is born from pain, and despite everything we may feel, and despite that loss, sometimes, we are able to heal. As we must now call Kousaru Mugenryu the name which he chose to take, Ray, we must venture many years forwards. After years of searching, he found his way back to the central villages in Soul Society. He traveled there and attempted to live there, donning the clothing that hid his face, which he didn't want anybody to see anymore. Going through this, Ray returned to the Soul Society as a new man. With his experiences in life bringing him the knowledge that would allow him to survive on his own, and the evils that he had fought against giving him the strength to do whatever it was that his heart desired, he walked on, going to Seireitei, and to the Gotei Thirteen. Sonsaku's will had to be carried on, and who else could do it, now that Ray was the only one left of the four that had once lived? As reiatsu flared around Ray, as he closed his eyes, putting on his bandanna, his beanie, covering his face, and as he put on the student robe, put on the students uniform, he had no choice but to smile beneath these things. This was the home that had finally come to accepted him, after all. Kaito saruwatari had accepted him. Now, Ray could fight for the good of someone. For the good of many people. For the general good of oters in his home, for those that he could now consider to be his family. For they truly were his family. And that was how it worked for Kousaru, and for Kousaru's life and feelings now.
that was really, that was truly, that was absoluetly, all that could run through his mind in that single instant of smile. With the glowing rod of happiness, it was Ray's turn to feel a share of joy once again. It was only then that Ray could speak to Kaito saruwatari, and ask something of him. "Bonds. Do you know what this word means? It is the memories, feelings, and thoughts that make a connection between people, binding them together. Some of these bonds are for a short time only, and others are lifelong. Some of these are long term, and others are simply never made when they should be. Inevitably it is the choices and decisions that the people in question make during interaction which has effect over their bonds. Even as we continue the story, we still explain those things that are behind this word. This regular, ordinary word, that yet despite everything, just means so much. As it is, the bonds one feels are tremendous, incredible. We feel them, we breathe them, we live them. And when we lose the source of these bonds, we feel a pain deeper than any severing. When the source is lost...there is only emptiness left."Kaito Saruwatatari nodded. "I know this to be true. And yet, I know beyond it. There is joy, there is happiness beyond things. When you have lost a bond, it is the hope that the memories that made those bonds will continue to tie you over. When you learn about the will behind your dying loved ones, when you learn about the spirit that they wished for you to have, you learn that all they truly desired for you was to be happy. And in such a way, you can learn something. In such a way, you can actually learn to heal. When one learns to heal, one opens up new possibilities for the future. Never forget this Ray, and always remember and treasure the memories of your friends, and of your comrades, and of your family." The first year of Ray being a Student. No one really knew about it. Being a recluse, Ray came and went as he pleased, putting to sleep everyone, so that they wouldn't be able to see him. And in doing so, he caused everyone to be unaware of his existence for a while. Leaving written orders to captain commander, he met vice captain, or maybe a different squad's captain, he carried out missions, and he was allowed to also carry out missions. Doing more than this, he could only realize that there was nothing more to it than that. Being the genius student of shino academy, Kousaru simply did his job. He protected the Seireitei as much as possible. Hunting criminals, and destroying them, Kousaru took them out. People simply started to believe that there was some kind of guardian angel watching over Seireitei, and they didn't realize exactly who or what it was.Second Year. During the second year of Kousaru being a Student, he was already legend. A hero that many had heard about, a hero that didn't need anyone to tell him what to do. He knew what to do. With yet another threat, the rise of a new one, Kousaru was already set. And with all of this, time had passed. Enough time had passed. People were questioning who Enma really was. One more glimpse was caught of him. People discussed him more and more. A very generalized description was given. People wouldn't recognize him unless they saw the symbol on the back of his haori. And so, that was Kousaru's legacy. And yet, even beyond that, there was a new danger, just starting up. It was up to Kousaru to put this danger back down. In recent times, he still hasn't been seen properly by anyone else, and he still searches for that Hollow. Ray however, is one of the greatest and the most elite students currently existing in Seireitei. Throughout all of his missions, everyone knows the name. "The Devil, Mugenryu" or "Kousaru, Lord of Destruction." And they also know who he is. The strongest Student in the Shino Academy. Without a contest, everyone knows that that is him.
Rp sample:Darkness welcomed the traveler into the realm where he adventured. A realm, mysterious as the dark side of the moon, as the night that shadows everything. Yet so bright, lighting the way, as if the day, clear as the conscience of a new-born infant. Like an eclipse, neither dark nor light, just a shadow in the sky. Floating in the sky is nothing, not the sun nor the moon. There is no light, yet the entire place is set ablaze, glowing with the radiance of a thousand suns. Inconsistent as it was, darkness swallowed everything, and made it complete. Now the light had been extinguished from this world, and all had sunk into the grasp of blackness. It was not evil, not good either. It was nothingness, a void within a void, null of any existence. Yet the traveler existed within this place that harbored no life. He was life, a light to shine the way. And no one could shine the way for him. He would have to find his own light, groping in the darkness for a source of light, to see clearly. Perhaps he would wish for blindness, so that he might not see the darkness, or he would ask for light.And as the traveler awoke each day, he would find himself in a predicament of its own accord, harder than the previous one but easier than the next. There was no schedule, but the traveler knew that all of this had been predetermined, long before he had entered. Even his own entrance was part of an invisible schedule, one that was called fate by some, and by others, destiny. It possessed many names, but it had its greatest enemy in chance and its arch nemesis in risk. It was as a script that the actors of life would play out as a performance. Yet the actors could improvise, choose their own words. Sometimes the director would be pleased, other times there would be arguments. Although everything seemed set in stone, the tablets of igneous were merely slabs of clay, written on by a stick, not the finger of God. Wisdom or mere folly, it mattered not. The actors of life stuck to it, whether they wanted to or not. If ever they strayed from the script, it was already planned. Everything they did was already written.
And the audience was of the heavens, the producer being the Most High One. For what power except that of the divine could script such a performance? Each of the players was sent out to attract more. Each of the actors passed the auditions and there were enough roles to play, and too many to count, too many to ever fill. The numbers were many, yet even they could not fill the spaces that could be assigned. The traveler knew that his was only one of the multitudes of roles that were. Revelation, then revolution was the cycle of life. But the traveler did not at any point wish to trample out of his role. He was fit for it. There was no reason he should escape from it. Yet walking through the darkness, guiding others towards the light, he wished someday that he would be able to see the light himself. He roamed the worlds, finding no one to see the truth, until one day he saw the light. And it was bright. As if he had woken up from a dream. Perhaps he had. Or this was a dream, or heaven. Yet it felt too real to be either. And the traveler knew where he was.“Oh students, you’re awake. Hey everyone, the students is awake!” cried one of the human-shaped shadows. The traveler could see faces and hear many noises. The traveler felt disdain towards them. He frowned upon noise. The traveler saw their faces and could hear their many voices, not at all in unison, raiding him with questions. A pained looked on his face told them to go away, to leave him in peace. Soon they did, and as the traveler regained his better sight and his consciousness, he looked at the Shinigami medic beside him. The medic looked back. She was a female, and quite popular in the division, being the Third seat. As she treated Ray, he winced at times due to the sheer pain. Based on what had been told, he was lucky to even have survived, although he had been in a coma for a while, almost a week already. At the last second, if he had not sealed his reiatsu completely, Ray might have lost all of it due to the poison. It was lethal, and dangerous even to a Vice-captain level Shinigami due to its effect on reiatsu, which made it difficult to restore. Kousaru would have been one of the few people who could survive such an attack without much damage.
That was what the third seat said, at least. Everyone wanted to crowd around them, since Ray was the elite student and the the other elites was extremely pretty, even around the female members there were talks about how they would give up trying to be straight just to be intimate with her. Ray had heard. His ears were not dull. Some of the males were also jealous of Ray, being treated by such a beautiful member of the gotei 13. However, one stare from Ray sent everyone bolting. It was smart of them not to mess with him. The only two that stayed besides the third seat were the fifth seat and the former lieutenant, the only two members of the division that had a closer relationship with Ray. After the third seat finished with the treatment, she took a bow and left the trio to themselves. The fifth seat was the first one to talk, a chatterbox by nature, he started to joke about this and that until he got an intense stare from the former lieutenant. It was more time for serious talk than jokes. Then the lieutenant told Ray that he had fought better than anyone could have, and that the Captain had complimented on him as well. Could it be true? A part of him told him that it was preposterous, a null theory. Yet another part of him whispered at his ears that it might not be as a foolish thought as it sounded. Perhaps, just perhaps, it might be true. There was only one possible place where he could find out the truth. And as he got out of his sick bed, his entire body ached. However, the sooner he could find out, the more easily he could restore himself back to prime condition. Now the only concern was slipping past those at the door. There were guards so that no one without permission or the rights could enter the medical room and there was only one window, which was now locked, so that no one could infiltrate the room and attack any patients. Luckily, there were no other patients here except Ray. If he could make a break for it, there was a possibility of escaping. In the room, Kousaru planned for his escape. The guards would usually change shifts in about 5 minutes. When that opportunity came, Kousaru would drug the new guards with a sleeping pill that would knock them out enough for him to make a break for it. And so, he waited.
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