Ezrachek "Tripmine" Rayone

Shinigami

Name: Ezrachek Rayone

Age: 23

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 195lbs

Gender: Male

Personality: Ezrachek has a very calm mood, he takes everything into perspective and is not known to act irrationally. He ALWAYS sits back and evaluates the battlefield or whatever obstacle that is in his path. He never is the first to attack, because he believe that although the best defense is a good offense, but the BEST offense is the first counter-attack. He is cocky and a good friend if you are on his good side, he's a ladies man.

Appearance: He is skinny and tall, he has long black hair that reaches the middle of his back. He has scars all on his side from past battles with punks from his hometown. His skin complexion changes rapidly, due to weather. Winter time his skin complexion loses color, and he appears pale, deathly and ghostly, and his Japanese Father's genes come to visualization. In the summer time, his skin goes to a dark brown, and his Arabian Mother's genes come to visualization. In the Spring and the Fall his skin alter very moderately and rarely ever make a noticeable change.

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Current appearance:

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Sealed Zanpakutō : A Slick, Shiny Silver katana that has a blade span of 5 feet and a hilt with a small handguard. the handguard is pure gold, and makes it heavier to enhance his strength and speed. The Hilt lacing is made with a specific fabric that gives it a better grip so that no matter how fast he goes, he will not lose grip on his weapon.

Release phrase: "Take your seat in the high Throne Blood Prince! Scream Ansatsu Oji!"

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Spirit Power: 20
Speed:20
Technique:15
Fighting Skill:15

[+5 at rank 2 (8/22/12)]

History/Background: Ezrachek was born in a time of war, the Japanese Empire had decided that they were going to revolt against the American government. They took over the military bases by sheer brute force and a mass number of rebels. His Father fled from Japan on a small boat that was made from stalks of bamboo. He fled to China, where He lived as an exile. He was captured by the chinese government and handed over to the russians. The russians then sent him to Iran, where they were fighting a war. He lived in captivity until his mother attacked the base with a squad of terrorists. He was taken hostile by the terrorist and, with time the two people fell in love. Ezrachek was born and was automatically nurtured into having the body of a warrior. As soon as he was able and ready, he entered training to be a warrior. He had killed over half of the kids in his village, for it was kill or be killed in such hard times. When he was 10 years old, his mother and father were killed by an american Task Force. He was saved by a man in a black cloak and bright blonde hair. Ezrachek passed out and he woke up to find that the man's blonde hair was now grey. He was an old man, tired of living his life as a shinigami. He gave his life, and his powers to Ezrachek. Ezrachek wasn't sure what to do, until he found that his ability of swordsmanship had improved with ease, and it seemed like he was easily the fastest person in his village. He then was greeted by a shinigami who led him to the world where he started at the academy. It was here that he got the nickname Tripmine, because of his stealth and speed, that he was like a tripmine. You never saw him coming until you heard "click" and then you were dead.

Rp sample: The night was calm and the breeze was cool. the wind whistled as it moved through the trees that lied on the outskirts of the village. Ezzrachek stalked through the woods like a lone wolf about to pounce on his prey. He did not make a single noise as he moved through the forest, high on the branches of the trees. He got to a tree that was high enough to over look the entire american owned village in Iran. He saw that there were two guards in front of every building. The guards were ruthless, shoot first, ask for identification later. However Ezrachek could see right through this facade. He could see the hunger and fatigue in their eyes, and the way that their position of attention looked respectively like a pile of horse crap. He made his move with the sound of the russians doing war drills with their artillery from a distance unknown that was within hearing distance. He was quick as he moved from the tree, down to the floor and to the side of the first building. He kicked a rock to distract one of the guards. The guard came to examine, and like his name says, The last thing the guard heard was a click, and his head was rolling on the ground. The second guard saw the head and froze in fear. Ezrachek walked around the corner without care and with one swipe of his naginate, he unseamed the man's body from the navel to the neck. He walked into the building and automatically went to work, looking for the intel on the soldiers next attack. He found it in a secret compartment under the commander's desk. He found the Vietnamese American commander in the back room, sleeping silently in his bed. Ezrachek stalked up to him, put his Kama to the man's neck.

"Psst! Charlie"

The man awoke with a jump and noticed the small blade pressed firmly to his neck. He pled for his life and Ezrachek coldly cut him off mid-sentence, quite literally. He walked outside and was confronted by a dark skinned man with a blade of his own. He struck at Ezrachek and made contact as his ribs were broken and his skin broke open, allowing the blood to flow out like a smooth crimson river. He rubbed his finger in it and moved it up to his face.

"Let me ask you something. Have you ever really smelled the blood of a warrior. It has a distinct odor to it, that smell that you question after the smell of the man he killed, but you think nothing of it. It smells like this, and it will be the last thing you smell again."

Ezrachek said as he shoved his hand into the mans face and pushed him backwards. He grabbed his Kama that was chained to his naginata. He swung his Naginata and Kama in a helicopter rotor's motion. He released and the Naginata stuck deeply into the ground as the chain wrapped around the man's body and the Kama stuck into the man's ribs, at the exact spot where Ezrachek was hit. Ezrachek was already at full sprint towards the man as the Kama pierced skin. He reached the man as he ran up the man's body and reached an unbelievable height. He dropped towards the ground with incredible speed, and ran his foot down the man's face. With the speed and the force of his strong legs pushing down onto the man's head, the warriors neck had snapped completely, and the only thing holding his dead on was the skin and what wasn't torn in the muscles and tissues. His body went limp and Ezrachek recovered his blades and walked calmy into the forest. The soldiers were chasing him, but by time they got into the forest, he was untraceable.