Hayabushi Lorenz (shinigami)

Name: Hayabushi Lorenz (Japanese Format)

Age: 215 Looks around mid 20’s

Height: 5”12

Weight: 50 Kg

Gender: Male

Personality: Lorenz, or Loz as he prefers, is a more calm yet sinister person. He has no qualms in merely dragging out a fight to goad and antagonize an opponent. He is also extremely manipulative, calculating and tends to sometimes talk down to people. Effectively, he’s the type of person to act friendly towards you, whilst dragging a sword through you.

Appearance: (lol, a pic and description… Odd) Clicky
As you can see in the picture, he has black hair and blue eyes. His hair is usually more straight, flowing down his back. He also has a rather mocking smile, that rarely falls off his face. Other then that, he has no other defining features.

Sealed Zanpakutō : His zanpakuto is a standard Katana, it has am ore broader blade, but is the same length overall. The handle is a slightly dull almost stain like red. The guard is in the shape of an octagon with a hole on either side of the blade. The sheathe is black.


Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit Power: 15

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

Speed: 15

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

Technique: 20

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: 10

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: Loz well, he has had a rather bland bringing up. Being born in soul society and raised at the academy, it was no surprise when he displayed spiritual pressure. He was shoved through the conformist academy. He viewed most of his time there as nothing more then forced labour from a place that was nothing more then the most boring side of Organisation. It probably defined him as a more anarchist in his own eyes. It also gave him the slightly cocky and Narcissistic view he has of himself. Now his main goal is to become a faithful addition to his squad, though he really wants to join a squad nowadays that has a captain with the same views or at least similar views as himself.

Rp sample: Something I wrote out of boredom ages ago. Apologies for the laziness with Paragraphs.

Jet woke up, the sound of the alarm was blaring through his head. He slowly regretted drinking that much at the party only 24 hours earlier. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting them to the light that was flooding into his room... He coughed a few times and stood up, his bare feet tingling as they hit the cold floor. The middle of winter was the worst time for school, he always thought. He sighed as he heard Jason, the butler calling his name.
“I'm up” he yelled at the door. He slowly threw his muscle top on the floor as he went to his closet. He opened it, grabbing a towel and some underwear. He closed the closet wondering how he was going to run into her today. She always drove him crazy; it was only natural that she comes to him. In due time that is, right after he took care of that new guy. He was a thorn in Jet's side as he had to experience the one thing a lone child hated. Sharing, he shared the looks, and the rewards that followed with no-one until that new boy showed up. But at least one thing separated them. He was the quarterback of the seniors team, while little new boy was just getting his bearings. He smiled as he walked into his private bathroom. It was lavishly setup to suit a king. Jet smiled as he took a shower, going over various things in his mind. One of them was how to get rid of the new boy, while making her attracted to only Jet.

He finished his shower and went to a mirror cabinet opposite the shower. He pulled out a few things they were; a comb, his favourite hair gel, various skin products (the star quarterback had to look good) and his deodorant. He quickly applied his face products, a small label glinted in the bathroom mirror proactiv. He washed his face and then started drying, as he finished he pulled his underwear on and started his ritual. His hair had to look good, even though he already looked good enough. He quickly moulded it as it was in his favourite style, small spikes. He then sprayed the deodorant under his arms and walked out of the bathroom and back to his room. He opened his closet again and pulled out his cleaned uniform and put it on, then grabbed a pair of socks and placed them on, then his brand new Nike pro-runners. He then pulled out his gold four leaf clover chain out and pulled it over his head; it fell against his sternum and stayed there. The last thing was his jacket, only the best athletes at Grand View High got these, and he obviously was the best. He threw his jacket on and ran down to the kitchen, making sure to grab his IPhone.
“I have to run” he said as he looked at the time on his IPhone. He kissed his mother on the cheek and grabbed a piece of toast, eating it as he ran to the Garage. He clicked a button and the front of the Garage opened, revealing 3 cars. An Audi, Bentley and his Veyron, not that he had to choose.
Jet pulled out a key from his pocket and walked over to the Bentley, unlocking it and jumping in. He started it and reversed out of the Garage, pressing a small button on his key as he reversed out, the door to the garage closing. He took off down the road and headed to Grand View High.


Jet passed through his classes as usual, sitting and talking with his friends, only stopping to take notes when it suited him. He had a small pop quiz today and he easily passed, not only was he the pretty boy, he was also a smart enough boy as well. He laughed with his friends as they left for the cafeteria, the lunch bell had just sounded and Jet was starving. That small piece of toast he had for breakfast only seemed minuscule. He bumped the loser and laughed at him as he fell over. One of his friends high five-ing him when the loser hit the ground.
“Next time look loser” he said to him, amid the guffaws of his friends. He smiled and walked off, as he and his friends, who also happened to be the other team members for the senior football team, talked about the party 24 hours ago, various girls at the school, and the upcoming game this week.
“You think Coach is worried, ya?” the muscled looking guy said.
“Nah, we'll breeze through those pussies Jack” Jet replied with a laugh. He looked around as they took the table closest to the senior cheerleaders, as they always did.

Jet noticed one person was missing from their usual lunchtime talk. Johnny, the running-back.
He looked around the cafeteria, trying to spot him.
"Yo, Jet, what's up man" A small man in a Football jacket identical to Jet's called out to him before running up to him.
"Yeah I'm cool, you seen her around" He replied to the small running back who quickly shook his head.
"She better not be hangin with that new guy” He said threateningly as his friends looked at the girl that was walking up behind Jet. A small finger tapped Jet on the back and he turned around, to the loud catcalls at his table. A girl with a small pointed face was looking at him, her cheeks a faint pink; she obviously had to tell him something
"Um... I was um wondering if um after school um we could hang out.” The girl asked Jet, as her cheeks suddenly went red.
Jet shook his head and looked at her with bored eyes, as though this had happened millions of times before. "Sorry baby, i got eyes for someone else" He said rudely, as he shot her down. He watched as she turned, a tear running down her eye and laughed with his friends as she ran off.

“Aww men, Jet why didn’t you set me up with her, I coulda shown her a good time ya” Jack said a she looked at the girl running away. Jet laughed slightly.
“A good time with you is a six pack and a crappy movie” he said to Jack as his friends started laughing.
“Now then, where is she” he said a she left his friends and went searching for her. He still hoped she wasn't hanging out with the new boy. He might have to give him a little beating. He chuckled slightly, wondering how tough the new boy was, from all that he had seen, he was only a small boy, might make things easier. He walked past the new girl, it was strange, and somehow she enticed him in a way. She never even talked to him, which was a second in his books. He nodded to her as he walked by.
“You haven't seen her anywhere?” he asked her. She looked at him and shook her head. He sighed and kept walking; looking in every place he had seen her before.
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