Takezo munisai

Shinigami

Name: Takezo Munisai

Age: appears 19, been a soul for 40 or so years.

Height: 6’2

Weight: 190

Gender: Male

Personality: Takezo is a pretty laid back guy, not much gets him riled up. He’s extremely lazy, and one has to motivate him before he’ll consider doing anything. He is pretty calm, not one to start or provoke fights. He’s not to hard to get along with unless someone cannot put up with his lack of motivation. Despite this, he is very loyal to his friends and wouldn’t hesitate to help them whenever they need it.

Appearance: Takezo has a muscular-athletic body type, his high metabolism allows him to maintain his lifestyle and not simply become fat. He has long crimson hair, blue eyes, and a scar running underneath both eyes and across his nose. A good portion of his body is covered in scars, which in turn are covered in bandage wraps to keep them hidden. He wears the given uniform, yet always rips the sleeves off of them.

Sealed Zanpakutō : The hilt is covered in a blue wrap with a golden end, the flange is shaped like an ‘X’ and is black in color. The blade itself is dull while the sword appears to be brand new. The sheathe itself is black, with no ornamentation besides the blue wrap that allows it to be attached the Takezo’s waist.

Spirit power: 20

Speed: 20

Intelligence: 5

Fighting skill: 15

History/Background: Takezo remembers much of his past life, dying in a car accident after living a somehwat boring life, its just that he doesn’t know how he got to soul society in the first place. He has lost his memory from the last 30 years of his spirit life. The earliest thing he remembers is waking up under the care of a local family. His body was covered in wounds, which healed with time but his mind never did. To this day he still remembers nothing. The family ultimately took him in as one of thier own, and for a time he earned his keep. Nowadays he does what he's told, only at the prodding of his adoptive parents. He ended up becoming the caretaker for the couples two children, more or less watching them when the two went off to attend to daily chores or jobs. It was the two kids that ultimately got him intrested in becoming a shinigami, that and he had also seen an oddly familiar face amgonst thier ranks as they made their rounds through the rukongai. Whoever it was, it seemed like a good idea to him at the time to see where that lead planned out.

Rp sample: Takezo yawned as he awoke in his bed, only to turn over and try to go back to sleep. The only thing that had roused him from his slumber was the smell of his ‘mother’s cooking downstairs, but getting up to wash himself, brush his teeth, comb his hair, it was all to much for the still sleepy red-head. Just as he began to drift off asleep once more, his door busted open and in romped two kids, his ‘brother’s as most people within the rukongai would say.

With a flash they were upon him, beating him with their small fists as he turned over towards the dark wall to escape them.

“Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!” the two screamed, oddly in unison. This produced only a grunt from Takezo’s limp form. Followed by an attempt to cover his head with his sheets, leaving only a tuft of red hair exposed to the world.

“Its time to play soul reapers again!” the two said, again in unison.

“…Go away…” was the only groggy response they got from Takezo. The two children, however, wouldn’t let his laziness intrude upon their fun. Hopping off of Takezo and his bed, they both grabbed on to one of his legs and began trying to pull him off the bed.

It seemingly worked, at least until Takezo grabbed onto the mattress with both hands. The tug of war continued for a minute or so, the two children eventually tiring of the futile exercise and retreated from the room, at least for the moment.

This probably bought him another five minutes at least, until the two tired of whatever they were doing now, or his ‘mother’ came up to get him. It was best not to agitate her, especially when he was the only one in the house that actually needed food.

Either way, he put it put of mind for the moment, all that mattered now was the few more minutes of sleep he had bought himself.