Shinigami - Coriolanus Vanderbolt

Shinigami

Name: Corilanus Vanderbolt

Age: 53, Appears to be 23

Height: 6 feet, 7 Inches

Weight: 95kg

Gender: Male

Personality: Coriolanus is an extremely motivated individual. He sets himself a goal and then he strives to achieve it. It doesn't matter if this goal is eating his dinner before it gets too cold or whether it is mastering this kidou before he turns another year older. Hand in hand with this motivation comes determination. He will not give up, not in the darkest of circumstances.
Cori is also intelligent, not doing anything without thinking first. He examines the situations he gets himself into, making sure he doesn't do something stupid.
He hates weakness and is under the mindset that you sacrifice the weak to assist the strong. This isn't exactly the best mindset for a shinigami, however he doesn't follow this mindset strictly, meaning he isn't some zealot that kills all the weaklings. He simply thinks that those who are weak must obey the strong at all costs.

Appearance:

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Coriolanus has short hair that spikes out on the top. His hair is purple in colour and brings out his piercing light green eyes. His build is large, meaning that he has broad shoulders and looks like he could have been a pro footballer or weight lifter in his life. He has no scars of note and has no tattoos or piercings. He stands taller than most and is not overweight nor underweight. He is very muscular and toned, further implying that he was some kind of muscle builder in life.

Sealed Zanpakutō : Coriolanus' Zanpakuto takes the form of a normal katana when in it's unsealed form. The tsuba, or hilt, of the Zanpakuto is circular in shape with a motif of angels carved into it. The toshin, or blade, of the Zanpakuto is seventy-two centimeters long. The handle of the Zanpakutou is woven with blue fabric, leaving several diamond shaped openings to show the actual handle itself.

Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit power: 16

Speed: 19

Intelligence: 10

Fighting skill: 15

History/Background: As a child, Coriolanus was small. Because he was small, he never participated in any sports, his parents wouldn't let him. They would give him excuses every time he asked to play, telling him he was too small or fragile to play, too special to them for them to let him get hurt. Because he was unable to participate in sport and had no interest in other extra-curricular activities, he became focused on school work. He would set himself a goal, and go all out to achieve it, making it higher each time.

Needless to say, Cori soon rose to the top of his class, showing himself to be very bright. However, combined with his small build and stature, his inteligence made him a target. Bullies assaulted him every day. They would tease him about his clothes, so he bought new ones. They would tease him about his hair, so he would die it. They would tease him about the games he played, so he changed them. But soon, they ran out of reasons and just teased him because of their jealousy and need to feel superior.

When Coriolanus reached high school, he shot up incredibly. He grew impossibly tall in a short amount of time, and his chest widened. Soon, he was no longer bullied, for he was deemed a threat. Now that he was no longer small, he won his parents over as they had run out of excuses, and signed up for the football team. They told him it was dangerous, but he told them it would be fine. He went to training every week, and went to the gym every weekend. It wasn't long before he was bulky and fast, ready to play.

That was long before he made it to the pro league, at twenty three years of age. It was his debut game for first grade and cameras were everywhere. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face. After the warm up, the game began. Five minutes into the game, he was running down the field about to score. That was when three heavy bodies slammed into him. He was flipped over backwards and planted head first into the ground. He was dead on impact. The dangerous tackle had broken his neck, killing him instantly.

He opened his eyes, unaware of where he was. When he got up, he realised he was wearing his football jersey and pants, but no boots were on his feet. He looked around at the people who stood in this seemingly fuedal japan-era marketplace. He had no idea where he was, as he had never been to japan before. When he enquired as to where he was at a stall, they told him he was in rukongai, in the world of the dead, in soul society. He cried for days on end, unable to believe he had died. He cried for his parents, who had tried to warn him not to play football. He cried for his friends whom he would never see again. And he cried for himself, because he was dead.

It wasn't long before he found something that he would do. He would become a soul reaper, in order to protect his family and friends if they still lived. It had been thirty years since his death, and he was still in training. He hoped he could pass in time to protect those he cared about, because he didn't want to fail them a second time.


Rp sample:
Cori had been hard at work for the last ten minutes, slashing away at those straw dummies. He spun as he fought his imaginary foes, spraying hay all over the training arena. His zanpakutou cleaved the head of one hollow, dispatching it quickly. In his mind's eye he watched the body dissolve as he turned to face his next non-existant opponent. He cut the arm from it's body and quickly followed up by plunging his zanpakutou straight through it's chest. But it wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. He turned on his feet, imagining the blow that the final follow was thrusting toward him. He ducked under the would-be attacker and thrust his sword upwards, gutting it. He imagines the three bodies dissapearing, before returning his imagination to the real world, well what passed for real in seireitei. He looked down at the floor, where hay was spread all over the place. He sighed and sat down on the step that separated the training ground from the academy. He lifted his bottle of water to his mouth, draining it quickly. He still had to train if he wanted to pass to become a shinigami.