Itsukane Deireisho Shinsuei

Subject: Itsukane Deireisho Shinsuei Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:32 pm

~{ B a s i c . . . I n f o }~

Name: Itsukane Deireisho Shinsuei
Nickname: Shin, or Itsu
Age: 97 (Appears approximatley 20 to 22 years)
Height: 5'11
Weight: 147 lbs
Gender: Male
Soul class: Shinigami
Occupation: Tenth Company

~{ P e r s o n a l i t y }~

Itsukane Shinsuea, otherwise known by friends in life as 'Shin', is a cocky and ignorant fool. He is complete and utter numbskull, the one who is always getting hit in the head, running into poles, and such. He, without a doubt, be found finding his way into some sort of trouble.
-Although Itsukane has some trouble refraining from getting a swell head every time, his intellectual abilities are fairly strong for his rank and upbringing. He has the ability to make split decisions, easily hide a trail, and figure just about any puzzle out.

~{ A p p e a r a n c e }~

Shin has the body of a romantic, a well built, thin yet muscular body. He has a long, thin, straight nose, the nose of a graceful fighter, or even royalty. The lips beneath are full yet to the point, they're are fairly soft and flawlessly unblemished. A key feature about his face are his eyes, they glow with a sharp and intense liquid green. They radiate like toxic waste, and this is literally speaking, his eyes can be seen in the pitch dark on the foggy night of a milky white harvest moon. White locks of hair fall freely, over the lightly tanned skin of his brow, from the hairline at the apex of the forehead. Following up the the hair just ever so slightly you with notice a distinct gradient change from white to the base color of his hair, black, which falls just below the neckline and drapes in front of his ears in a short yet fasionable cut. He wears a long overcoat jacket and black denim jeans in replace of his Shinigami robes. He wears wraps that cling to his wrist, and a trophy of his fathers, the belt of a defeated arrancar.
Eyes: Toxic Green.
Hair: Jet Black, with Kilowhite streaks.
Skin: Light Tan.
Body: Well built, Slim.

~{ S e a l e d . . . Z a n p a k u t o }~

The blade strung aside Itsukane's waist is his pride, joy, and strongest honor. A true handforged katana any man would be proud to weild. The overall blade is approximatley 101 centimeters in length, its blade being 72 cm, and the hilt, including hilt gaurd, being 29 cm. The Tsuba, Kashira, and Fuchi are all forged of damascene steel, while only the Habaki is brass forged. The wraps on the hilt of the sword are made of a smooth and easy to grip ray skin cloth and a black cotton cord wrap. The sword mad custom to fit perfectly with Shin and no one else.

~{ H i s t o r y / B a c k g r o u n d }~

Itsukane had always dreamed of becoming a soul reaper, ever since his father went off to join the ranks of the Shinigami and had left him an old book of ancient shinsengumi lore and a belt worn by the first enemy he had defeated, an arrancar of noble decent. In the book he read of men with spiritual pressure that could crush bones, of swords that could extend miles with a single word, and a hero who started out as a simple Ryoka. His future life depended on this simple book of lore and fantasy. His father was KIA, killed in action, and Shins eyes turned to another warrior a fasinating man who seemed to go insane at one point. His face changing oddly, the whites of his eyes turned black and his irises forming into yellow beads as a hint of hatred and despair.

Shin saw this happen time and time again and began to connect him to the hero of the books and ancient research and development files he had found in his fathers study. He was a hero, a true blue hero. The boy must do as he had done; become a soul reaper and crush evil by any means necessary, even if that meant becoming evil himself. He was also influenced deeply by the man with the insane spiritual pressure, the best swordsman in the entire soul society, the man who had defeated the most enimies, the guy who never went down no matter how many times you killed him.... Kenpachi Zaraki. This man strongly influenced Shins way of life, attitude, dialect, and everything that holds his willpower, self confidence, and overall cocky way of life. He walks into danger blindfolded.

Itsukane has a noticeable level of spiritual power, a distinct ability to fight, almost matched by his superior intelligence, from the start. He indulged himself in reading, and reading, and more reading thus giving him an adept vocabulary and intellect. His nose was always in a book while his hand always clenched around the hilt of his sword. At one point while walking down the street reading "The Three Traitors" he came across the man with the transformations, and the creepy eye being pummeled by members of 4th company. They threw stones and kicked the man whom Itsukane had admired so much. The boy proceeded to anihilate the four men beating on the man with the help of that poor man himself. The man grew a liking to the boy and enrolled him into the Shinigami Academy, and due to his favor with the high ranking officials he was quickly sent to the serientei to be administered into tenth company.

~{ R p . . . s a m p l e }~

"Why do you treat me like this Kinase!? You're just giving up? There's still hope for you yet! There is." Itsukane grimaced at the reaction he had not hoped for, no response at all. So be it. Shin thought as he reached solemnly for his blade at his waist the cold steel of the hilt gaurd pressing eagerly against the top of his clenched fist, wraped around the hilt. As he eased the blade quietly out of its sheathed form from underneath his robes he whispered softly to the woman standing far in fron tof him, and it was quiet... Almost he himself couldn't hear it, but he knew she could. She would listen. "Kin... I will not hold back. I will not forget all you have done as I strike you down, and I will forget aswell. Farewell."

Shin readied his feet, positioning them just so.... His blade was well out of its sheath, by now extended out into the air, pointing towards Kinase. Not a threat, a promise. The ground beneath the soles of his feet shifted as he lept sharply and quickly into the air leaving a clearing of where the sand beneath him had spread outward and covered the lifeless trees surounding the battlefield he was about to fight in. "Natsuhina Dakimure!" The man shouted as he began to spiral down towards the woman waiting below, her arms extended as if she were being crucified. The sword tightly gripped between Itsukanes hands began to spike in heat and glow a toxic green, as if it were a radioactive rod of plasma in the shape of a sword. "May the heavens come at ease as I crush this mark of evil on the scroll of injustice and solitude!" He screamed as he grew closer and closer to the woman still standing in the sacred position, as if she were mocking him. "Die!"

The blade struck... another blade. But how... she looked as though she had stopped fighting, it was the end and she accepted it, how did her hands move so quickly unnoticed? In a flash Itsukane and his blade were set aback, and both of the thin and dainty jutte the woman held so carelessly, sliced deep into both Itsukanes shoulders. Blood dripped smoothly down his arm and down his fingers drip dropping onto the ground and staining the bleach white grains of sand beneath him. The hot sticky liquid felt almost relaxing, comforting even, as he realized the reason for the massive blood loss. She had struck a pulminary vein in his chest when she pulled up from the bottom of his shoulder. "Damnit." He cursed under his breath. He looked up and glared at Kisane, his blade rose before his arm did, as if it had pulled him up.

*Cough* *Cough* Itsukane coughed blood into his free hand. He rushed up to Kisane, his zanpakuto flailing at his side, and struck the girl as hard as his arm could muster. The cry she let out when he sliced open her upper arm was harsh and sick, undeniabley seathing with agony. She returned the blow with one of her own nasty strikes, that strike though, Shin was able to deflect. And he deflected the next one. And the next. Soon they were both in a blurred, dust raising game of cat and mouse that could only end with one striking the other down. With a quick snap of his wrist he thrust up his blade, catching the tip of Kisane's exposed thumb and tearing the skin off completley from the second joint and to the tip of it. Her balance and weight on the weapon she weilded shifted and Itsu could easily throw the knives into the air with a flick of his wrist. He followed the said gesture by fluidicly changing into a defensive position in which he saw an opening where he could stab Kisane with ease. And so he did.

~{ S t a t s }~

Spirit power:
3

Speed:
1

Inteligence:
7

Kidou Mastery:
1

Fighting skill:
10

Total:
22

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Subject: Re: Itsukane Deireisho Shinsuei Tue Dec 29, 2009 12:14 am

-Reads and Waits- LOL Hi!

Subject: Re: Itsukane Deireisho Shinsuei Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:31 pm

Marlamin1 wrote:: -Reads and Waits- LOL Hi!

Hello, I've finished, I hope I get in. This place looks really cool! Bravo

By the way, I LOVE Gin Tama! XD
(If you know what that is or is that just the pictures you use?)

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Approved. Very nice profile.

Subject: Re: Itsukane Deireisho Shinsuei Mon Jan 04, 2010 1:48 pm

I haven't watched the anime yet but I'm familiar with the character. WELCOME!!