Shioshi Reinuu (Shinigami)

Name: Shioshi Reinuu

Age: 161 / Appears: 16

Height: 5'10

Weight: 123 lbs

Gender: Male

Personality: Shioshi is often quite calm, almost always managing to keep a level-head. In battle he stays determined and focused, and he is also a major stickler for the rules. However, once his friends get involved in something, or are threatened in some way, he becomes edgy and somewhat loses his focus.

Appearance: Shioshi has dark blue hair that comes to his shoulder and greyish-silverish eyes. His sheath is across his back, and has a white stripe down the center of it on both sides. At the neck of his uniform, he has a cuff that is low, at the base of his neck, on one side, and high, almost to the jawline, on the other side. He also wears a white sash from his left hip up to the shoulder, going in the opposite direction the sheath is hanging.

Sealed Zanpakutō : Shioshi's Zanpakutou is a katana with a few more inches than the norm. The guard is in the shape of a triangle with the ends swerving to the right. The hilt is simple with a single white ribbon wrapped around the hilt and then tied off at the end so that the end only flows from the hilt for a few inches.


Spirit power: 13

Speed: 16

Technique: 14

Fighting skill: 17


History/Background: Shioshi is one of the souls that, instead of coming from one of the dead of the world of the living, was born into a family in Soul Society itself. From a young age, his parents knew that something was out of the ordinary for him. He was hungry, while no others around him were. Some made fun of him of it, while others simply stayed away for him, simply because they didn't know what to make of it. The result was the same, though; Shioshi was pushed away. So, he ran away, to be able to escape the taunts and shuns from those around him.

Away from all he had known, he discovered he wasn't alone, as he thought he was. He came across several other kids living on the street that, like him, were starving. They were a smaller group than the common folk around them, but they stuck together. Life was hard, though, and as they lived through the next long portion of their lives, they often had to learn that the long way. Eventually, only Shioshi and two others of the group that he'd originally joined up with were still alive. That was about the time that they met a Soul Reaper. Running from a group of angry men out in the outskirts of Rukongai, Shioshi literally ran into him, careening around a corner and colliding with the man as he and another Shinigami were on their casual way back towards the Seireitei after a successful mission.

When they saw what had happened, that Shioshi and his two friends had stolen food and drink, and that men were after them, they decided that they'd have to fix the issue before violence could erupt. They forced Shioshi and his friends to return the stolen goods, told the men that if they came after the children once they were gone they'd be punished, and then brought the children to a small restaurant, paying for their food himself. After seeing them devour the food, and seeing that they were still hungry, he had found his proof that the children were eligible to enroll in the Shinigami Academy.

He told them this himself, but both of Shioshi's friends immediately declined, not wanting to get caught up in the world of the Shinigami. Shioshi, though, wanted to enroll. He didn't want to leave his friends, but he knew he'd never belong anywhere outside of the Seireitei. If he wasn't a Shinigami, then he was just a filthy street urchin that was forced to steal for everything needed. Although it pained him to do so, he accepted the Shinigami's offer and enrolled in the Academy, leaving his old life behind him for, hopefully, a better one. He has studied there up until the current day, and is looking to be a promising Shinigami, if he can keep up the pace he has held onto so far.



RP Sample:

"You filthy, rotten kids! You're gonna pay for the stuff you stole!" the angry cry came from behind them. The three children, who were running faster than they ever had before, glanced back once, but that one glimpse was all they needed to see that the man and several of his friends were still chasing them through the streets. The children would tire first, if they had to keep up the running, and that meant they'd most likely be beaten, badly. It had happened before, but this time it would most likely completely shatter their spirits. Shioshi, the one leading the group, knew this, and knew that they needed a place to hide out until the men were far enough away that they could get to another area of Rukongai. He wasn't paying attention when they turned a corner.

He struck something, hard, and then bounced off and fell to the ground. The food he was carrying spilled out all over the floor, but he quickly and frantically gathered it back up. When he stood back up, that's when he noticed just what he'd run into. Or, in this case, who. He nearly fell over again, this time from shock, as he saw the two Shinigami before him and, more importantly, the one he'd run into. His eyes went wide, and he nearly dropped the food again. His friends had come to a stop behind him as well. The two Shinigami were looking at them with no annoyance in their eyes. Instead, it was more like intrigue. That look only intensified as the angry group of men rounded the same corner and slid to a stop as well, seeing the Shinigami and then the children they'd been chasing, the ones that had stolen food and drink from. Obviously thinking that the children would be punished, the group began to laugh.

"Return the food, as well as the drinks," said the Shinigami that Shioshi had run into. His tone left no room for argument, so Shioshi turned and nodded to his friends. The three of them moved as close to the group of angry men as they dared and then placed the containers on the ground for the men to collect. They skipped back out of reach as two of the men immediately came forward, wicked grins on their faces. Obviously satisfied with having scared them, the men picked up the containers and then moved back with the rest of the group. Then Shioshi and his friends turned to face the Shinigami once again, unsure of what was about to happened and certainly wishing that he did. "You three will come with me," said the same Shinigami.

The three of them nearly bolted right them, but common sense kept them from doing so. They knew that there was no point in trying to escape. They had known that punishment could be possible for quite some time. They'd received the painful end of it many times before. This time, though, it would be Shinigami, Soul Reapers, dealing the punishment. They could only hope that it wouldn't be too painful. Their spirits plummeted as they followed the two Shinigami away, reaching an all time low, and shattering what little hope in life they had left. As they moved closer and closer to the Seireitei, into the areas with more wealth than the outskirts, their dread turned to curiosity. That curiosity increased tenfold when they were turned towards a restaurant. The smells wafting from the place seemed to signify not a breaking but a spirits, but a lifting of them. Shioshi, at least, entered with his hopes soaring higher than they'd ever had before.