Post by Aaron Snow on Aug 5, 2009 14:34:24 GMT -4
Shinigami
Name: Michiyo Watanabe
Gender: Male
Age: 376 (Physical appearance of age 20)
Current Residence: A small home in Seireitei.
Division: 4
Ranking: Seat 5
Physical Description:
Skin/Body:
Michiyo's skin is a pale color, mostly from staying inside long hours after classes. There is a tattoo that starts just below his right shoulder that continues slightly past the shoulder blade, consisting of a blue shield, with a sword through the middle behind.
He has a body of normal measurements. He is not incredibly fit, nor is he a large mass. He is also not very muscular, as he finds no need for himself to look larger. Due to a training accident, he only has one arm, his left side marked with jagged scars, arm missing from the shoulder. (Explained in the history.)
Face:
Michiyo has small, green eyes, looking as though he is always half way to falling asleep. His eyes continually look down at the ground, mostly by habit. His nose and mouth are no different than anyone else's. A small pair of glasses tend to hide his eyes even more.
Head/Hair:
If you look closely, you can see a small cord going from his ears to somewhere inside his academy outfit. On his ears reside a pair of head phones, clipping comfortable onto the backside, covered slyly by his black hair. His hair is rather messy, the top resting at different heights. His bangs are very long, continuously covering his left eye from view.
Upper Body:
On the inside of his Shinigami uniform, Michiyo created a small pocket, just above the chest area, where a cord goes inside. Inside the pocket is a small electronic device, generating music for the headphones attached to his ears. (Explained in the history.)
Lower Body:
Other than his normal Shinigami uniform, there is nothing out of the ordinary.
Personality: Michiyo is a very quiet person, proceeding to hardly go out of his way to speak to someone unless need be. Around his friends this is still the same, his speech is few unless he comes to some kind of realization. In battle, though, he talks up a storm, mostly to stall his enemy in a mist of anger.
A certain feeling of duty drives him. Orders from a superior officer, someone telling him what it is he is supposed to do. He is very indecisive, and heavily dislikes being the one who has to make decisions.
Michiyo is very kind to people, even those he does not know. He will go out of his way to help someone, and then leave without waiting for a thank you. The same is true for battle. He will run into battle to help people, and then walk away as soon as the battle is over.
He has a fixation with both reading and music. He reads as to ascertain knowledge, to understand his enemies, and the music calms his soul. He finds melody in most things, from the wind and rain to the sounds of people's voices.
History: Michiyo never had a problem seeing spirits, for they were all around him. His family had a custom of always staying together, even in death. Few, if any, of his ancestors actually passed on, the majority stayed in the human world to protect the family.
This, of course, meant that the home itself became very crowded, and alone time was a very low commodity. He was born to a farmer family, far in the countryside, the nearest town about three to four hours by cart. Hence, human contact outside of immediate family members was rare.
At the age of three, a happy young Michiyo ran around the yard, playing games with the spirits. As the sun reached the moment of midday, his mother called him to go collect his father for lunch. Upon asking where his father was, Michiyo was told that he could find him in the wheat fields. A bright smile on his face, the boy ran toward the fields, spying the glaring reflection of the sun off his father's tools.
It was fall, meaning it was time for the harvest of the wheat that Michiyo's father had grown since spring. Swinging his scythe eloquently, he cut each stalk close to the ground, falling over upon itself in a small pile before him. Michiyo's father looked to the sun, wiping the beads of sweat from his brow with a cloth. He decided to take one more swing before lunch. He raised the scythe one more time, the sun glinting on the razor-sharp edge. He swung, but instead of the sound of the wheat falling, with small clicks upon itself, he heard a screaming yelp, and a twinge of fear ran through his spine.
He looked at his scythe, small droplets of a red liquid falling off the edge, thumping as his heartbeat on the ground. He slowly turned his head, his eyes shaking fiercely upon the image he saw, his own son's body lying among the dead wheat. The head lie next to it, a horrified face of a child, his child, staring back at him. A scream escaped his lips, as his son's ghost cried in font of him, tugging at his chain of fate.
Winter came, and Michiyo had accepted his fate, along with his tradition, and roamed around the house and yard as the rest of the spirits did. His mother and father treated him no different, refusing to believe the fact of his mistaken demise. Night came, and Michiyo had taken a perch on the roof, having heard his father begin crying again. Something felt odd in the air, feeling warm, even though it was undoubtedly cold. Then he could see it, the misty look of breath, as some kind of monster came into view.
A hollow had appeared, sensing the large group of souls inside the farm. The front of the house was suddenly ripped off, the monster taking up spirits by the handful, throwing them into his large mouth. Michiyo sat there on the crumbled roof, frozen as his family was eaten by this hideous skull-faced creature. There was a flash of light, and the hollow suddenly howled in pain, some of the mask shattering. Michiyo's head moved quickly, catching the landing of a woman, dressed in black, standing on the roof near him, sword drawn. The woman moved her sword quickly, slashing one more time at the hollow's face, this time making a direct hit, the sword slicing through the face and half of the upper body of the monster, it disappearing in a wail.
Michiyo sat on the roof, amazed at what had happened, looking down at the woman, who looked left and right, staring rather surprised at all the spirits who remained. Holding her sword in front of her, she walked to each of the souls, batting them lightly with the hilt of her sword, a bright blue glow surrounding them as they sank into the ground. When she finished, she moved to the inside of the broken home, picked up a device from her pocket and pointed it at the boy's parents. There was a flash of light, and the two humans fell asleep.
The woman walked back outside, placing the object back into her black robes. She looked up, jumping back onto the roof, looking coldly at Michiyo. "Such a young soul, what a pity" she muttered, seemingly talking to herself as she raised her hilt, tapping the boy on the forehead. "Do not worry. There will be someone to take care of you in Soul Society." She told him, a small, calming smile on her face. He faded into the ground, falling asleep for some reason. He awoke with a jolt, looking around, a bustling city surrounding him. He heard peddlers exclaiming their items to be the best in town, yelling the name at the top of their lungs. They called it Rukongai.
Michiyo found himself terrified of this place, with so many people that he did not know. He stood up, running into a back alley, finding shelter in a cold corner, walls on three sides of him. He began to cry, calling out for his mother and father. He felt that he had been crying forever, suddenly feeling a warm hand on his head. He sniffled, looking up to find a smiling woman looking back down at him. After a little conversation with the boy, the woman helped him up, and held his hand as they walked from the alley and toward his new home.
Almost two centuries had passed, Michiyo now taking on the appearance of a boy of twelve. He had learned much in his time with his family in Rukongai, his new mother having been a country goer as was himself, and his father being a professor from the city. Michiyo had decided to take a walk, quietly walked through the large bustle of the shopping area. He still had a lot of trouble talking to people, so he used quick motions instead of talking to people. He became quickly worried, the noise and movement suddenly stopping, and a fevered panic came about them all.
Ryoka had come to Rukongai. They ran through the streets, a gang of young kids, though looking much older than Michiyo, pushing and hitting the people standing within their proximity, all the while laughing manically. Shinigami came in quickly and easily dispatched them, sending them back to the human world. People abandoned the shopping area, heading home to gossip as they always did. Michiyo was going to head home, but a reflecting glint caught his eye. Two objects were left by the Ryoka that had not been carried away by the Shinigami. He picked them up, recognizing the first easily as a pair of glasses, though they were very small, with metal square frames. The second object was foreign to him, a small grey oval object. It had buttons on many different places, with another object hooked inside of it. He picked up both objects and decided to take them home to figure them both out.
Many weeks passed, and his understanding of the object became more clear. A button marked power turned it on and off, though the first time it did not last too long, having left it on without knowledge on how to turn it off. Some type of noise played through the second part of it, the type of noise changing every few minutes. Having already discovered the use of riatsu, and other than the use of the strange cylindrical devices inside, he became able to power the device with his own riatsu, requiring only very little. After a time, he learned to call this noise music, and found himself addicted to the object in every way he could. He aptly named the object his "inspiration device" as the different music would act upon his mood at the time.
Michiyo suddenly took a large interest in Shinigami, wanting to learn whatever he could about them. His mind became entranced by them, and his wanting to be like them. He wanted to protect the human world, and be able to travel there and learn about the human world as it has changed since he had left. He physically looked the age of eighteen now, and began taking tests to get into the Shinigami academy, taking classes as soon as possible.
Michiyo spent most of his free time in classes working on his swordsmanship, though greatly lacking in the art of Kidoh. His Kidoh always had a knack for backfiring upon himself. To date, he only use one kido of the destructive type, and any others he knows of are of the restorative type. To rectify this, he goes over healing kidoh much more often then destructive, as it tends to cause him less pain.
At his second year to the academy, his class was taking part in their first exercise to the mortal world for training in soul extermination. As the sixth year students, who were leading the class that day, spread the bait that was used to attract Hollows, they found that the number of said Hollows that came were much higher than expected. Immediately the call for retreat was ordered, but most of the students were in a state of panic, if not overzealous by the idea of a prolonged battle. Michiyo was the first, looking for a place to hide while he waited for a butterfly to guide him back. In his moments overcome with terror, he found himself trapped between a wall and a Hollow. He made a mad dash for freedom past the monster, but as he brushed past, the Hollow bit him, tearing off his left arm as well as a good section of his torso. To his luck, the screams of agony had attracted one of the Shinigami that had come to the call of the sixth years, and was able to dispatch the creature before it was able to finish Michiyo off.
The injured boy was now at a crossroads, as now with only one arm, kidoh would be more difficult to learn at his level, and swordsmanship, which before he was a two-handed swordsman, was now down to only using his right hand. While recouperating, he was asked if he wanted his arm regrown, thanks to Squad twelve's science teams. After a time, he decided to refuse, saying the the arm was to be his punishment for being a coward at that crucial moment. Arguments ensued, but in the end, the arm stayed off.
The choice was soon made for Michiyo to continue his studies at the academy, his orientation of kidoh turning to easier, and more fundamental one handed techniques. His sword style had to make a change as well, instead moving his style toward that of Iaidō (Unsheathing the sword, striking an opponent, and the returning the sword to it's scabbard. If you need a reference, think of Baiken from the Guilty Gear game series.)
Additional Info:
General
Name: Nozomi
Spirit Description: Nozomi has the appearance of a mature woman with wings. At first glance, she would looks as an angel. She resides in a world resembling a bright meadow, with a breeze to sway a long grass. She is quiet, restrained, and almost seems sad when she speaks. She has a wise demeanor, reflecting knowledge to her partner.
She believes in honesty, kindness, and truth, while despising hatred, anger, lies, and chaos. She finds that the strength of the heart is the most important in this world.
Sealed: The sheath is, in fact, three sword sheaths formed into one, each a different length. Only the longest is actually the Zanpakutou, the two smaller used as a secondary weapon as well as for defense. All are deep blue, with white swirls going every which way. The hilts are just the opposite of the sheaths, white with blue swirls.
Shikai
Call Out Phrase: "Fly, Nozomi!"
Appearance: When Nozomi is released. the sword degrades into feathers, numbering twenty, and form into small crescents at the top of Michiyo's shoulders. By plucking the feathers, and crushing them within his palm, he can reform a sword based upon the number of feathers that were crushed up to a number of five. Any other feather can be plucked and then placed on his chest, which absorbed into his body have a small burst of riatsu, healing small cuts, as well as acting as a pain reliever. Once all twenty feathers have been used, the wings will disappear and Nozomi will return to it's sealed state.
Abilities:
Single feather - Original Katana
By crushing a single feather, a sword that looks exactly like the sealed form of Nozomi forms. It has no special abilities.
Two feathers - Sukai(blade) and Umi(scabbard)
Crushing two feathers results in the creation of both a scabbard and sword. The scabbard is a deep blue, with bright blue etchings of waves, while the sword is bright, roughly 90 cm, with the hilt shaped like clouds. This weapon has only one ability.
Three feathers - Sukai and Umi Super
Three feathers will result in an overcharged version of Umi and Sukai, which both will glow white, as well as be twice as effective. While this ability is active, for ever minute and a half that goes by, a feather will disappear. While using three feathers, abilities will use twice as many feathers for use.
Four/Five feather - Unavailable until further training.
Feather Abilities
Falcon's Claw
A horizontal slash that sends a white sythe of energy at the opponent. Upon contact, it will act like the blade of a sword. It dissipates two feathers upon use.
Harpy Claws - Requires three feathers
By making small slices in the air, the sword can create small white waves of energy about 1 inch in size. These waves can be sent toward the opponent at any time, but only in the direction that the slice was made. Each wave costs a feather to create.
Bankai N/A
Call out Phrase: N/A
Appearance: N/A
Abilities: N/A
One
Name: Coin Fire
Number: 9
Incantation: Through light and luck, strike down those unworthy of your chance of faith.
Effect: Creates a small coin in the mind of the user. If the coin lands heads, a large ball of flame fires at the enemy. If tails, the shoots an equally large ball of flame back at the user.
Two
Name: Healing Aura
Number: 6
Incantation: As a low level, and easy, kidoh, it does not require an incantation.
Effect: By sending riatsu to the fingertips, it turns them a faint green, which is then used to heal injuries on others.
Three
Name: Light Sphere
Number: 24
Incantation: White sky, blue sea, green meadows, dark forest, life bind, heart soar, become the ball of hope!
Effect: Creates a white sphere in the palm of the user's hand, which can be thrown toward a target, instantly healing small wounds. This kidoh was created to start the healing process for someone that could not be reached.
Roleplay Sample:
"I guess I just don't understand" Michiyo said blandly, looking to his blond haired companion. "Why is it that I can't use your release state at full power?" He scowled, a little saddened. He faced the ground, kicking the grass lightly with his toe, his mind slowly trying to wrap around the idea that his zanpakutou would not allow him to release her at full strength.
"It's very simple." The blond haired woman replied. Her face frowned slightly, her eyes serious. "You're not strong enough to control my released state entirely." Her voice felt sad, quiet, as if it was only a whisper, but loud enough to shake the man's soul to it's core.
Michiyo stared at the ground, unable to believe his hearing. He began to wonder what all that training over the past months was for, if he still could not release his sword's true power. "I'm still not strong enough? How long could I control a four feather crush form at this point?" He asked, raising his eyes to meet hers.
"At your current strength, a four feather sword transformation would only last six point four seconds before deterioration." The woman replied bluntly.
"I see." Michiyo sat down, staring at the grass as the wind played with them, blowing his hair around his face. "Nozomi." He said quietly, looking up toward the woman again. "What am I missing then? Why am I not getting any stronger?" His voice felt anger and rage, but his face was solemn, afraid.
"You don't understand what kind of strength I require in order to release me." Nozomi said, sitting on the grass across from the confused man, her legs underneath her. "Michi, of the three strengths out there, you only build on the strength of body, or your mind. You need to build on the one strength that matters to this sword. The strength of heart."
"The strength of heart?" Michiyo asked, still unaware of this concept.
"Yes, the strength you gain from friendships, goals, and ideals. The Strength one gains for the heart isn't something that can just be gained by training. It requires you to make relationships with other people." Nozomi stopped, a small smile appearing on her face. "I need you to find something worth protecting in this world. Not the general protection of the Shinigami, but something you personally wish to protect. Once you can make your heart stronger, then my true form will be shown to you." She nodded her head slowly, the smile beginning to fade.
Michiyo smiled, standing. "Make my heart stronger.....Alright. Let's get to it." He announced, moving his hand into a thumbs-up position. A stronger heart. Is this something I can accomplish? No, I must accomplish this, if I am ever going to truly fight with my zanpakutou. He thought to himself, his smile getting a little wider.
General Info
Name: Michiyo Watanabe
Gender: Male
Age: 376 (Physical appearance of age 20)
Current Residence: A small home in Seireitei.
Division: 4
Ranking: Seat 5
Physical Description:
Skin/Body:
Michiyo's skin is a pale color, mostly from staying inside long hours after classes. There is a tattoo that starts just below his right shoulder that continues slightly past the shoulder blade, consisting of a blue shield, with a sword through the middle behind.
He has a body of normal measurements. He is not incredibly fit, nor is he a large mass. He is also not very muscular, as he finds no need for himself to look larger. Due to a training accident, he only has one arm, his left side marked with jagged scars, arm missing from the shoulder. (Explained in the history.)
Face:
Michiyo has small, green eyes, looking as though he is always half way to falling asleep. His eyes continually look down at the ground, mostly by habit. His nose and mouth are no different than anyone else's. A small pair of glasses tend to hide his eyes even more.
Head/Hair:
If you look closely, you can see a small cord going from his ears to somewhere inside his academy outfit. On his ears reside a pair of head phones, clipping comfortable onto the backside, covered slyly by his black hair. His hair is rather messy, the top resting at different heights. His bangs are very long, continuously covering his left eye from view.
Upper Body:
On the inside of his Shinigami uniform, Michiyo created a small pocket, just above the chest area, where a cord goes inside. Inside the pocket is a small electronic device, generating music for the headphones attached to his ears. (Explained in the history.)
Lower Body:
Other than his normal Shinigami uniform, there is nothing out of the ordinary.
Personality: Michiyo is a very quiet person, proceeding to hardly go out of his way to speak to someone unless need be. Around his friends this is still the same, his speech is few unless he comes to some kind of realization. In battle, though, he talks up a storm, mostly to stall his enemy in a mist of anger.
A certain feeling of duty drives him. Orders from a superior officer, someone telling him what it is he is supposed to do. He is very indecisive, and heavily dislikes being the one who has to make decisions.
Michiyo is very kind to people, even those he does not know. He will go out of his way to help someone, and then leave without waiting for a thank you. The same is true for battle. He will run into battle to help people, and then walk away as soon as the battle is over.
He has a fixation with both reading and music. He reads as to ascertain knowledge, to understand his enemies, and the music calms his soul. He finds melody in most things, from the wind and rain to the sounds of people's voices.
History: Michiyo never had a problem seeing spirits, for they were all around him. His family had a custom of always staying together, even in death. Few, if any, of his ancestors actually passed on, the majority stayed in the human world to protect the family.
This, of course, meant that the home itself became very crowded, and alone time was a very low commodity. He was born to a farmer family, far in the countryside, the nearest town about three to four hours by cart. Hence, human contact outside of immediate family members was rare.
At the age of three, a happy young Michiyo ran around the yard, playing games with the spirits. As the sun reached the moment of midday, his mother called him to go collect his father for lunch. Upon asking where his father was, Michiyo was told that he could find him in the wheat fields. A bright smile on his face, the boy ran toward the fields, spying the glaring reflection of the sun off his father's tools.
It was fall, meaning it was time for the harvest of the wheat that Michiyo's father had grown since spring. Swinging his scythe eloquently, he cut each stalk close to the ground, falling over upon itself in a small pile before him. Michiyo's father looked to the sun, wiping the beads of sweat from his brow with a cloth. He decided to take one more swing before lunch. He raised the scythe one more time, the sun glinting on the razor-sharp edge. He swung, but instead of the sound of the wheat falling, with small clicks upon itself, he heard a screaming yelp, and a twinge of fear ran through his spine.
He looked at his scythe, small droplets of a red liquid falling off the edge, thumping as his heartbeat on the ground. He slowly turned his head, his eyes shaking fiercely upon the image he saw, his own son's body lying among the dead wheat. The head lie next to it, a horrified face of a child, his child, staring back at him. A scream escaped his lips, as his son's ghost cried in font of him, tugging at his chain of fate.
Winter came, and Michiyo had accepted his fate, along with his tradition, and roamed around the house and yard as the rest of the spirits did. His mother and father treated him no different, refusing to believe the fact of his mistaken demise. Night came, and Michiyo had taken a perch on the roof, having heard his father begin crying again. Something felt odd in the air, feeling warm, even though it was undoubtedly cold. Then he could see it, the misty look of breath, as some kind of monster came into view.
A hollow had appeared, sensing the large group of souls inside the farm. The front of the house was suddenly ripped off, the monster taking up spirits by the handful, throwing them into his large mouth. Michiyo sat there on the crumbled roof, frozen as his family was eaten by this hideous skull-faced creature. There was a flash of light, and the hollow suddenly howled in pain, some of the mask shattering. Michiyo's head moved quickly, catching the landing of a woman, dressed in black, standing on the roof near him, sword drawn. The woman moved her sword quickly, slashing one more time at the hollow's face, this time making a direct hit, the sword slicing through the face and half of the upper body of the monster, it disappearing in a wail.
Michiyo sat on the roof, amazed at what had happened, looking down at the woman, who looked left and right, staring rather surprised at all the spirits who remained. Holding her sword in front of her, she walked to each of the souls, batting them lightly with the hilt of her sword, a bright blue glow surrounding them as they sank into the ground. When she finished, she moved to the inside of the broken home, picked up a device from her pocket and pointed it at the boy's parents. There was a flash of light, and the two humans fell asleep.
The woman walked back outside, placing the object back into her black robes. She looked up, jumping back onto the roof, looking coldly at Michiyo. "Such a young soul, what a pity" she muttered, seemingly talking to herself as she raised her hilt, tapping the boy on the forehead. "Do not worry. There will be someone to take care of you in Soul Society." She told him, a small, calming smile on her face. He faded into the ground, falling asleep for some reason. He awoke with a jolt, looking around, a bustling city surrounding him. He heard peddlers exclaiming their items to be the best in town, yelling the name at the top of their lungs. They called it Rukongai.
Michiyo found himself terrified of this place, with so many people that he did not know. He stood up, running into a back alley, finding shelter in a cold corner, walls on three sides of him. He began to cry, calling out for his mother and father. He felt that he had been crying forever, suddenly feeling a warm hand on his head. He sniffled, looking up to find a smiling woman looking back down at him. After a little conversation with the boy, the woman helped him up, and held his hand as they walked from the alley and toward his new home.
Almost two centuries had passed, Michiyo now taking on the appearance of a boy of twelve. He had learned much in his time with his family in Rukongai, his new mother having been a country goer as was himself, and his father being a professor from the city. Michiyo had decided to take a walk, quietly walked through the large bustle of the shopping area. He still had a lot of trouble talking to people, so he used quick motions instead of talking to people. He became quickly worried, the noise and movement suddenly stopping, and a fevered panic came about them all.
Ryoka had come to Rukongai. They ran through the streets, a gang of young kids, though looking much older than Michiyo, pushing and hitting the people standing within their proximity, all the while laughing manically. Shinigami came in quickly and easily dispatched them, sending them back to the human world. People abandoned the shopping area, heading home to gossip as they always did. Michiyo was going to head home, but a reflecting glint caught his eye. Two objects were left by the Ryoka that had not been carried away by the Shinigami. He picked them up, recognizing the first easily as a pair of glasses, though they were very small, with metal square frames. The second object was foreign to him, a small grey oval object. It had buttons on many different places, with another object hooked inside of it. He picked up both objects and decided to take them home to figure them both out.
Many weeks passed, and his understanding of the object became more clear. A button marked power turned it on and off, though the first time it did not last too long, having left it on without knowledge on how to turn it off. Some type of noise played through the second part of it, the type of noise changing every few minutes. Having already discovered the use of riatsu, and other than the use of the strange cylindrical devices inside, he became able to power the device with his own riatsu, requiring only very little. After a time, he learned to call this noise music, and found himself addicted to the object in every way he could. He aptly named the object his "inspiration device" as the different music would act upon his mood at the time.
Michiyo suddenly took a large interest in Shinigami, wanting to learn whatever he could about them. His mind became entranced by them, and his wanting to be like them. He wanted to protect the human world, and be able to travel there and learn about the human world as it has changed since he had left. He physically looked the age of eighteen now, and began taking tests to get into the Shinigami academy, taking classes as soon as possible.
Michiyo spent most of his free time in classes working on his swordsmanship, though greatly lacking in the art of Kidoh. His Kidoh always had a knack for backfiring upon himself. To date, he only use one kido of the destructive type, and any others he knows of are of the restorative type. To rectify this, he goes over healing kidoh much more often then destructive, as it tends to cause him less pain.
At his second year to the academy, his class was taking part in their first exercise to the mortal world for training in soul extermination. As the sixth year students, who were leading the class that day, spread the bait that was used to attract Hollows, they found that the number of said Hollows that came were much higher than expected. Immediately the call for retreat was ordered, but most of the students were in a state of panic, if not overzealous by the idea of a prolonged battle. Michiyo was the first, looking for a place to hide while he waited for a butterfly to guide him back. In his moments overcome with terror, he found himself trapped between a wall and a Hollow. He made a mad dash for freedom past the monster, but as he brushed past, the Hollow bit him, tearing off his left arm as well as a good section of his torso. To his luck, the screams of agony had attracted one of the Shinigami that had come to the call of the sixth years, and was able to dispatch the creature before it was able to finish Michiyo off.
The injured boy was now at a crossroads, as now with only one arm, kidoh would be more difficult to learn at his level, and swordsmanship, which before he was a two-handed swordsman, was now down to only using his right hand. While recouperating, he was asked if he wanted his arm regrown, thanks to Squad twelve's science teams. After a time, he decided to refuse, saying the the arm was to be his punishment for being a coward at that crucial moment. Arguments ensued, but in the end, the arm stayed off.
The choice was soon made for Michiyo to continue his studies at the academy, his orientation of kidoh turning to easier, and more fundamental one handed techniques. His sword style had to make a change as well, instead moving his style toward that of Iaidō (Unsheathing the sword, striking an opponent, and the returning the sword to it's scabbard. If you need a reference, think of Baiken from the Guilty Gear game series.)
Additional Info:
Zanpakuto
General
Name: Nozomi
Spirit Description: Nozomi has the appearance of a mature woman with wings. At first glance, she would looks as an angel. She resides in a world resembling a bright meadow, with a breeze to sway a long grass. She is quiet, restrained, and almost seems sad when she speaks. She has a wise demeanor, reflecting knowledge to her partner.
She believes in honesty, kindness, and truth, while despising hatred, anger, lies, and chaos. She finds that the strength of the heart is the most important in this world.
Sealed: The sheath is, in fact, three sword sheaths formed into one, each a different length. Only the longest is actually the Zanpakutou, the two smaller used as a secondary weapon as well as for defense. All are deep blue, with white swirls going every which way. The hilts are just the opposite of the sheaths, white with blue swirls.
Shikai
Call Out Phrase: "Fly, Nozomi!"
Appearance: When Nozomi is released. the sword degrades into feathers, numbering twenty, and form into small crescents at the top of Michiyo's shoulders. By plucking the feathers, and crushing them within his palm, he can reform a sword based upon the number of feathers that were crushed up to a number of five. Any other feather can be plucked and then placed on his chest, which absorbed into his body have a small burst of riatsu, healing small cuts, as well as acting as a pain reliever. Once all twenty feathers have been used, the wings will disappear and Nozomi will return to it's sealed state.
Abilities:
Single feather - Original Katana
By crushing a single feather, a sword that looks exactly like the sealed form of Nozomi forms. It has no special abilities.
Two feathers - Sukai(blade) and Umi(scabbard)
Crushing two feathers results in the creation of both a scabbard and sword. The scabbard is a deep blue, with bright blue etchings of waves, while the sword is bright, roughly 90 cm, with the hilt shaped like clouds. This weapon has only one ability.
Three feathers - Sukai and Umi Super
Three feathers will result in an overcharged version of Umi and Sukai, which both will glow white, as well as be twice as effective. While this ability is active, for ever minute and a half that goes by, a feather will disappear. While using three feathers, abilities will use twice as many feathers for use.
Four/Five feather - Unavailable until further training.
Feather Abilities
Falcon's Claw
A horizontal slash that sends a white sythe of energy at the opponent. Upon contact, it will act like the blade of a sword. It dissipates two feathers upon use.
Harpy Claws - Requires three feathers
By making small slices in the air, the sword can create small white waves of energy about 1 inch in size. These waves can be sent toward the opponent at any time, but only in the direction that the slice was made. Each wave costs a feather to create.
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Shinigami Techniques
One
Name: Coin Fire
Number: 9
Incantation: Through light and luck, strike down those unworthy of your chance of faith.
Effect: Creates a small coin in the mind of the user. If the coin lands heads, a large ball of flame fires at the enemy. If tails, the shoots an equally large ball of flame back at the user.
Two
Name: Healing Aura
Number: 6
Incantation: As a low level, and easy, kidoh, it does not require an incantation.
Effect: By sending riatsu to the fingertips, it turns them a faint green, which is then used to heal injuries on others.
Three
Name: Light Sphere
Number: 24
Incantation: White sky, blue sea, green meadows, dark forest, life bind, heart soar, become the ball of hope!
Effect: Creates a white sphere in the palm of the user's hand, which can be thrown toward a target, instantly healing small wounds. This kidoh was created to start the healing process for someone that could not be reached.
Additional
Roleplay Sample:
"I guess I just don't understand" Michiyo said blandly, looking to his blond haired companion. "Why is it that I can't use your release state at full power?" He scowled, a little saddened. He faced the ground, kicking the grass lightly with his toe, his mind slowly trying to wrap around the idea that his zanpakutou would not allow him to release her at full strength.
"It's very simple." The blond haired woman replied. Her face frowned slightly, her eyes serious. "You're not strong enough to control my released state entirely." Her voice felt sad, quiet, as if it was only a whisper, but loud enough to shake the man's soul to it's core.
Michiyo stared at the ground, unable to believe his hearing. He began to wonder what all that training over the past months was for, if he still could not release his sword's true power. "I'm still not strong enough? How long could I control a four feather crush form at this point?" He asked, raising his eyes to meet hers.
"At your current strength, a four feather sword transformation would only last six point four seconds before deterioration." The woman replied bluntly.
"I see." Michiyo sat down, staring at the grass as the wind played with them, blowing his hair around his face. "Nozomi." He said quietly, looking up toward the woman again. "What am I missing then? Why am I not getting any stronger?" His voice felt anger and rage, but his face was solemn, afraid.
"You don't understand what kind of strength I require in order to release me." Nozomi said, sitting on the grass across from the confused man, her legs underneath her. "Michi, of the three strengths out there, you only build on the strength of body, or your mind. You need to build on the one strength that matters to this sword. The strength of heart."
"The strength of heart?" Michiyo asked, still unaware of this concept.
"Yes, the strength you gain from friendships, goals, and ideals. The Strength one gains for the heart isn't something that can just be gained by training. It requires you to make relationships with other people." Nozomi stopped, a small smile appearing on her face. "I need you to find something worth protecting in this world. Not the general protection of the Shinigami, but something you personally wish to protect. Once you can make your heart stronger, then my true form will be shown to you." She nodded her head slowly, the smile beginning to fade.
Michiyo smiled, standing. "Make my heart stronger.....Alright. Let's get to it." He announced, moving his hand into a thumbs-up position. A stronger heart. Is this something I can accomplish? No, I must accomplish this, if I am ever going to truly fight with my zanpakutou. He thought to himself, his smile getting a little wider.
