WIP Kyouki Sekkaku (Shinigami)

Name: Kyouki Sekkaku

Age: 177/ 28

Height: 5’9

Weight: 188lbs

Gender: Male

Personality: Grumpy, vengeful and bit of a hardass are the traits that one can best associate with Kyouki. Although Kyouki isn’t a bad person, he really doesn’t try to be good either. Since his memory loss he gave up on trying to figure out who or what he was and just follows a I-don’t-give-a-damn sort of attitude. Not easily distracted, nor taunted he keeps a cool head, but when he does it’s better to not stand in his way. Fortunately his “explosions” don’t last long and he usually finds himself regretting his actions or words. Another quality of Mr. Sekkaku is his short temper for subtlety, lies and sneaking, of course that doesn’t mean he won’t use them if it will lead to his goal. Strange enough is his lack of “battle hunger”, since he won’t deliberately look for fights and tries to avoid meaningless ones. In battle thou Kyouki tries to do his best and won’t pull any punches. Also he has little regards for the rules of combat… Oh and by the way sometimes he likes to smoke, but he is definitely not a heavy smoker.

Appearance: WIP

Sealed Zanpakutō :WIP



Spirit Power: 20

This is you're stamina reserve, durability and also the amount of power you can unleash with your abilities.

Speed: 10

Speed is pretty straight forward. It has an effect on your overall movement, attack and evasion.

Technique: 10

This stat covers you're skill with Kido allowing someone with high Technique to unleash spells with greater power. It also allows a character to grasp abilities more quickly and construct complex Inventions.


Fighting Skill: 20

This is your basic power skill. It determines how well you utilize your chosen fighting style, the defense you are able to put up against a foe (counters, parrys, blocks ect) and the power behind your strikes.

History/Background: Now unlike most souls, who came from the living world, Sekkaku doesn’t have a clue who he is. One day he just woke up, face in the mud, and a weird granny was poking him with a stick. He was still a kid back then, not knowing where he came from or what he was supposed to do. The granny, who called herself “Obasan”, took the kid in and took care of him. At first Kyouki didn’t even know his name, so the old hag named him and they lived happily ever after…

Or they would have if they weren’t living in the most dangerous part of Rukongai, the Zaraki district. Just a couple of years after Obasan had taken the boy in some marauders raided the house they were living in. Kyouki wasn’t hurt, but he old crone wasn’t so lucky and found her end at the edge of a rusted knife. Grief-stricken the Sekkaku boy swore to avenge her death and went looking for the marauders and after some time he succeeded. They were a lousy bunch, a dozen of the lowest of the low, bandits too weak to steal from the rich and scavenging from the poor. Although Kyo was a strong and well-build boy he was no fool and knew his chances of defeating so many people at once were suicidal… Or at least while they were awake. Waiting for them to fall asleep the boy managed to kill almost all of them, except for their leader, the one that killed the granny. He was a big man and an ugly one too, but wielded a magnificent sword. It was a well-crafted odachi katana, with beautiful engravings, which in contrast made the bearer even more unworthy of the blade. He laughed a broken laugh and taunted the boy forward, knowing that his sword had greater range than the small blade that Kyouki was using. Unfortunately for him the pulse of battle and adrenalin rush had left Sekkaku with little regard for his own life and he plunged into the man with vengeance in his eyes. Swinging the large blade took time and time was all Kyouki needed… Getting closer than expected he could see the sudden terror in his opponent’s eyes. His short blade stuck into the neck of the murderer, but the odachi had also struck true. As the bandit leader fell, so did the boy, but he felt no remorse for he had done the right thing. As the feeling of vengeance fled his chest so did his life force and he knew this was the end. He would die a second time…

The wound would have certainly killed Kyouki if it wasn’t for a passing shinigami, a member of the 4th squad, who by luck alone found the dying boy. This part Kyouki doesn’t remember except for her face, an angelic face telling him “All will be alright” and he felt warmth. Warmth that healed him and nurtured him back to health. When he woke up, he was in the granny’s house, in his bed the odachi next to him. Not sure what had happened, he looked for his savior, but found no one except for a photo. A photo of the old woman with a younger one who appeared to be a shinigami…
That photo was the only sign Kyoki needed and right on the next day he left home in order to become a shinigami.

Rp sample: WIP


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