Post by wanzer on Jul 30, 2009 23:33:30 GMT -4
Shinigami
Name:Benzaiten Sajiki (Lit Music Box)
Gender:Male
Age:14 Human 60 Spirit
Division:Squad 9
Rank:4th Seat
Physical Description:
Benzaiten is of an average height standing at just about 5’7 and weighs one hundred and sixty seven pounds soaking wet. His face is a little hollow, as if he had neglected to eat for a few days, supported by his sunken cheek bones. His face however, is not skull like and leaves the impression that he occasionally skips a few meals. Continuing with the description of his face, his nose is small and button shaped usually with some sort of red mark on it from where someone will have thumped him there. His eyes are world wreary and seem to be tired or they are increasingly alert and paranoid, full of fear. Their color of a deep lavender only helps to accent this when he looks at others, giving them the feeling that he really doesn’t want to be around them. He has black hair, with two distinct white marks running down the front of his bangs. His hair is kept at a moderate length, not hanging much lower than his eyes and is kept shorter in the back. When in a gigai, Benzaiten will hide all of his facial features under a wide brimmed hat and a hood.
Benzaiten’s body is never on display, unless he is positive he is completely alone. His body is comprised of only four percent body fat and very little muscle. Despite his best efforts, he seems to be unable to build more than a goose egg sized muscle in his upper body and a football sized one in his legs. His shoulders are a little broad and create a sort of effect that one could imagine him as a wide receiver. His back is covered in a layer of scar tissue, where he was beaten as a young man with various items including, but not limited to; belts, coat hangers, dip sticks, dull rotor blades, bike chains, TV antennas, rakes, various animal bones, tree limbs, plates, forks and spoons.
Clothing wise, Benzaiten is an ordinary shimigami. He wears the traditional hakama, sash and shirt. His badge is kept wrapped around his right arm and he proudly polished it so that it shines in the light. Benzaiten’s zanpakuto can not be seen unless he takes it out of its hiding place just inside of his of his shirt near his right hip. In this area is a small pocket that he constructed with a piece of red string and a fold of cloth he found on the ground in the commons area of the academy. It is expertly cross-stitched into place and is just big enough that Benzaiten can keep his zanpakuto in the pocket, but its small enough so that he doesn’t have to search for it when he put his hand inside of his shirt. Around his white are the white tabi that most shimigami wear and the sandals.
When in his gigai, however his clothing changes significantly. He dresses like a college kid, with severe social issues. His upperbody is covered with a sleeveless green hoodie, with the logo of an newly constructed music dealer. The logo is of an hour glass with amps on both side, the sand is running out on the glass and at the top it looks like someone is climbing out of the glass with a guitar. The arm holes of the hoodie are frayed and appear to be grass and mud stained. Underneath his hoodie is a long sleeve white shirt, which hangs a little loosely off of his arms as the shirt is two sizes too big, but the ends have been cut off as not to cover his hands. Covering his lower half are a pair of torn up khakis. The legs are littered with holes and frays and appear to be stained from playing some sort of sport like mud football. Benzaiten’s feet are covered by a pair of white socks which are then covered by a pair of sketcher’s tennis shoes that are colored black and are scuffed up and covered in dust.
Personality:
Benzaiten is highly anti-social, becoming paranoid when anyone nears him or whenever he meets some he doesn’t know. He is constantly fearful of his own safety and when not in combat is extremely skittish. Benzaiten’s fear and anti-social nature, developed after years of being abused by his mother and a single event which turned his world upside down forever, the betrayal of his father. Even with his unnatural fear around everyone, Benzaiten still developed a crush on his Squad’s Captain, which seems to go against everything that his psyche stands for. This crush developed early on in his days of working for Squad nine, when he and Laetitia became trapped together in a large room. The encounter lasted for three days, mostly with Benzaiten curled into a corner with his headphones on to tune out Laetitia’s insane ranting. He began to like her a little more each hour, because she never hurt him during their entire entrapment. He tired to speak during the end of their third day, but Laetitia finally snapped and destroyed the walls of the room, terrifying him so that he lost the urge to speak. He has never told anyone about the way he truly feels on any matter.
He rarely speaks as Benzaiten feels that anyone could stab him in the back after his parents did. He keeps himself locked uptight and his only gateway to a release from his stress is music. He began to delve into music when he discovered an ichigenkin or a one-stringed zither in his backyard. Each pluck of the string brought him so much joy, that’s when he noticed his mother hovering over them. She said that the noise bothered her ear, then beat him in the backyard in front of their neighbors. Benzaiten however, did not care about his mother beating him and secretly continued to play music and listen to it. Everytime he was caught, his mother would break the instruments or recordings. He was persistant however, and eventually held one of these instruments for a long time and it brought him much pleasure. However, he was found out one day by his father, who had just had a long hard day at work and the rest will be covered in history.
Benzaiten’s thoughts on power and intelligence are in a neutral zone. He feels neither can really exist without the other and that one shouldn’t be preferred. Power is what dictates the importance of knowledge and what should be studied and what shouldn’t be, but knowledge itself is what gives people power and thus a paradox is created and one can not exist without the other. To believe either is more important is folly. He is afraid of the Captains aside from his own and is even more terrified of the Vasto Lordes, the Horror Vacui and the Espadas. He feels he however can relate to the Vizards as they are social outcasts like himself. Though he is too scared to try to speak with one and knows even if he wasn’t he wouldn’t because of his trust issues. Several shimigami have tried to befriend Benzaiten and none have been able to crack the thick mental shell that encases his tongue and mind. Though he does have moments where he will say something of great importance, then retreat back into his shell.
Benzaiten likes to stand out in the open and just feel the wind blow against him, usually he will enter one of the plains outside of the seireiti to do this and will pull out his ichigenken and enjoy the soothing melody he creates while playing this. During these sessions animals have been known to wander near him almost entranced by his melody, but will scatter like the wind when he moves or someone approaches. He dislikes paperwork, however and despite his best efforts to make this known to his Captain and Vice Captain, they seem to dump it all on him anyway and he can never find lower ranking officers to help him do it. Usually causing him to stay up nights on end to do the paperwork, making others believe he is just some guy who enjoys doing it. His favorite foods are Miso soup, a tofu based soup which his mom would never let him eat saying it would make him soft and she dreamed of putting him in the military, and chocolate of any kind for the same reason as before. He dislikes string beans and durian, a fruit that is known for its foul stench. As he was forced to eat both as a child and they were supposed to make him stronger.
History:
Growing Pains
A newborn baby’s cries pierce the air of a quiet farming community located fifteen miles south of Kameoka, Kyoto. The town rejoiced as Akkenai and Yowai Sajiki gave birth to their first child, a boy. The small child whined loudly and was in shock from coming from its quiet wolrd into such a loud one. He wanted the pain in his ears to go away, it was all so loud! The chants began to grow as the asked for the child’s name. The baby couldn’t understand the words, but he heard noise, screeches and cries of joy. His tiny mind couldn’t take it all and he cried louder. His mother shushed him with a tiny tap on the the head and a pinch of cheek. The young boy still cried for a moment, then he was handed to his father. He grew still for a moment and slept in his father’s arms. A bond between the two was slowly beginning to shape as the newborn child could sense the sincere love for him in his father that he could not find in his mother.
The crowd watched for a while longer, in silence before someone asked what they were going to name the child. The parents debated for a few moments over the name, not being able to decide between Nagamishi or Sono. A old man with a lute walked by as they debate began to grow into a small fight and he played a gentle melody that he thought would calm everyone. There was a soft hiss from the child’s mother at the old man, but the child was delighted. His mother, then took it upon herself to name him Benzaiten or ‘music’ after one of the things she hated most in the world. His father adored the name and instantly agreed to it, not noting the displeased look in his wifes hazel eyes, that seemed to glimmer with a spark of hatred for the child, but it slowly faded and the family grew close together again as an artist appeared and offered to do a portrait of the family for free.
Benzaiten’s first real memories started coming in when he was four years old. He remembers the taste of fresh plucked fruit from one of the trees around the house and the taste of rice just after harvest. The sound of his father’s humming in the main room of their home, then of his mother screaming at him and telling him to stop that racket where two memories he couldn’t forget.
“Yowai! Yamete! How many times, must I tell you to quit that!? You are hurting my ears with that noise! Don’t do it again do you hear me?”
“Yes dear.”
His father would always reply that way, but the next day they would go through the same charade. It was like listening to a song over and over again on the radio, but no matter how many times you heard it, it never stopped holding that special meaning to you. It was always the scene that we would always wake up to after naps. He never knew why his mother complained about his humming and always yelled yamete (Stop it) he loved the sound, he thought it was one of the greatest sounds in the world. He would always sigh after these moments and cower in his room for a little longer, he always was afraid of approaching his mother, but he was especially afraid after she shouted. He shivered quietly by himself for a little while, then snuck in and would sit with his father who would quietly hum to him so his mother couldn’t hear.
When Benzaiten turned six, his family was too poor to send him to school so they taught him what they thought was useful, like how to cook and how to grow his own food. His father was in charge of almost all of his schooling and taught him a lot of history and told him that if he made everything himself, he didn’t have to pay anyone else for it. He smiled and then taught him that his soul had a melody to it and no matter what his mother said it was a beautiful thing and that as long as he wasn’t around her it was ok to let it out. Benzaiten smiled at this and began to hum his own melody and his father his. It combined into the most beautiful thing Benzaiten had ever heard in his life and to this day has never heard anything more beautiful. Sadly it was the last time he heard it as his father never went out with him like that again or his mother was always with them. It was also around this time that Benzaiten discovered how deep his love of music went. Near his home was an old dump and some people took their fenced it back yard as part of it as it was relatively close to the dumps location and it wasn’t gated. One day as usual someone was throwing a bag of trash into their yard and Benzaiten sighed and began to walk outside to throw it into the dump, but before he even made it outside he noticed a stringed instrument along with the pile of trash. Despite his mothers fervent warning about never bringing anything musical into their home, Benzaiten took it into his room and began to pluck the strings with joy and played the instrument semi-well despite never have seeing it before.
He played the instrument for two hours and was so enthralled by the beauty of its sound that he never heard his mother come in or hear her slowly sneak into the room till it was too late. She screamed at him and became a wild woman, her brown hair becoming like serpents and her teeth like fangs. It was one of the most traumatizing moments in Benzaiten’s life and it only got worse. His mother slammed his head against the floor and told him to get up and stand against the wall. Benzaiten did as she said thinking that would be the end of his punishment; he would just have to stare at the wall for a long time. He was wrong, she came back two minutes later with a rusty old dip stick that she had found outside and hit him with it. Pow, then a whistle of air, pow then another whistle of air, all while he looked at the bamboo wall of his room and she continued to hit him for a longer than he knew. All he knew was when she finished he was bleeding and his mother was complaining about her arm hurting. Benzaiten passed out afterward and he awoke to his father cleaning his wounds and bandaging him up.
“Son, I admire your love for music, but please your mother could have killed you. Please…be careful son and please don’t let her catch you.”
His father hugged him and was careful to avoid the wounds. Benzaiten felt his father’s love again for the second time in his life and smiled, He felt protected, but he would learn that his father’s patience had its limits. Over the next three years, Benzaiten collected numerous musical instruments and delved deeply into musical studies, using anything he could find in the dump or in his rare visits to town would look around in the library. Over time his repertoire grew and so did the scars on his back where his mother beat him relentlessly every time she caught him. She was savage and ruthless during these beatings and Benzaiten had the scars to prove it. Each time, she got closer and closer to killing and each time his father gave him the same speech, but put a little more oomph into it. After a while he began to tell Benzaiten not to do it anymore, but Benzaiten couldn’t pull himself away from it. Finally, he turned ten and he felt the greatest betrayal of his life.
Being Broken
It was ten p.m. on a Sunday, it was late August and the air was hot as if on fire. The region had been in a drought for the past several months and the trees and plants and wilted and food production was at a stand still. They were importing food from China right now in masse to help compensate for their lack. Benzaiten was ten and the scars on his back were just beginning to heal from his mother’s latest beating. She had decided to use something blunt this time and had nearly broken his spine, her weapon of choice was a hot frying pan and the wilt had festered and his father had sold his beers to buy him some Neosporin, there was something different in his father this time, something he couldn’t place. He seemed cold, he thought, but it must have been just how tired his father was. His father loved him and would always protect and care for him. He smiled a little to himself as the pain throbbed in his back, he could do anything as long as his father was there.
Benzaiten looked out the window and looked around a truck was coming up the road and his father flagged it down. They talked for a long while and neither man noticed that a small package on the top of the truck was slowly falling over the ledge. The truck drove off as his father turned around and Benzaiten walked outside to look at it. It was labeled as a flute and Benzaiten’s heart fluttered. Another instrument so soon, but would he dare after being beaten so soon, could he possibly put his father through that again for his own desire of music? He did, he ran into the woods and opened the package, slowly bringing the flute to his lips and playing it softly as not to alert anyone. He was immersed soon in his melody and didn’t hear his father approaching. He was humming his old song, but something was off, something was horribly wrong. Benzaiten dropped the flute and walked toward his father smiling, his father wasn’t, his father looked at him angrily.
“I have to punish you son.”
“But…papa…why?”
“Because you never listen to your mother and your causing me grief, Son you never learn and this is the only way.”
“Papa…no don’t please…Papa no!”
His father swung, Benzaiten’s world flashed red and black as his nose began to bleed. His face hurt horribly, but his heart, that was where all the real pain was, it had broken and he no longer felt like there was anyone to protect him. Another blow came and the pain in his chest grew larger and heavier, his face became numb, but that pain in his chest…it never faded. He was in agony from it, he wanted to die so he didn’t have to feel it. He was screaming from it, but he grew silent as his father continued to hit him. He eventually blacked out, but even in unconsciousness the pain in his heart never went away. He managed to squeak out a few times as his father was hitting him this simple phrase.
“Papa…please stop, I love you.”
Benzaiten woke up the next morning, blood splattered over his bare chest and his face a lump of bruises and swollen areas. He was in his room and beside his bed was some water and some band aids, along with the Neosporin that his father had bought the day before. He looked at and tears slowly filled his eyes, he had become mentally broken. He tucked his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, swearing to himself silently he would never play music again for as long as he lived. He soon receded into himself and lacked the will to even bring up a conversation with his parents aside to say: Yes or No. He was even shakier around other people near them and was constantly pulling himself away from them, harvesting in areas far away from the rest and eating by himself in the woods. Several of the people in the community grew worried about him and tried to get him to speak, but he refused. He ran away from them whenever they spotted him and more often than not, locked in his room.
Benzaiten soon began to grow thinner as he ate less and spent more time locked in his room. He did everything his parents asked him to do and neither of them ever noticed his misery. Each day, he grew visibly paler and more and more like the walking dead. Only on days when music drifted downwind from the city did Benzaiten’s mood seem to lift a little. Though it only served to give him a little color, Benzaiten never smiled and felt his life fading away everyday as the cruel game that his mother played seemed to grow. He chuckled to himself one morning as he thought she had won and looked around his room, noticing how very bare it was and how there were better things in life. He however, did not have the will to seek them out anymore. He was probably going to become a soldier just as his mother wanted and sighed.
Benzaiten’s masquerade of a life was mercifully cut short one day on a cold January day in the year of 1939, he was only fourteen and World War 2 was just getting under way. He was walking down the road, his hands in his pockets and his entire body signaled him to be depressed. He gave money to the same beggar he had been for the past two years and sat down beside him for a moment and listened to him ramble about how great he could have been. Benzaiten looked up into the air and noticed one of the Japanese fighter planes flying over head. He wanted to wave but felt to burdened, he simply watched for a moment as a tiny screw came undone on the back of the planes tail. It had no effect on the tail of the plane, but the screw entered freefall from its attitude above them. It fall a tiny silhouette, in the winter sun its shadow nothing more than a pinpoint on the ground. He watched it and it seemed to dance and it had him hypnotized. It continued to fall and Benzaiten followed its path and walked along with it and soon was under it. It hit his head and for a moment what had happened didn’t register with him. He was looking at his own blood flowing freely from his skull and the screw laying behind him. He turned slowly, his movements muddled, then collapsed and became a soul.
Academy Life
Benzaiten wasn’t a soul for long, a soul reaper had seen the entire incident, explained to him that he was dead and told him what would now happen. After a long speech, the shimigami pressed the butt of his hilt against the skull of the young man and soon Benzaiten felt himself passing up through the dimensions and awoke in Rukongai North Distract 1. He curled his arms around his legs and held himself against the wall of his home for a long time. Finally after a day by himself, the shimigami that performed his soul burial entered his home. He was a huge man, standing at 7’2 and was dressed in a normal shimigami uniform, with the shirt section opened up more like a toga than an actual shirt. He began to speak to him gruffly, his white afro and black skin contrasting as he spoke to him. Benzaiten never answered the man and he eventually left with a final bit of advice.
“If you have any weird dreams…like you see something that you don’t understand or hear a voice calling out to you trying to tell you its name and you can’t hear it…Tell one of the shimigami or report to the academy.”
Benzaiten never moved during the entire conversation and soon fell asleep afterwards. He moved subconsciously through the darkness of some far off world. There was nothing around him, nothing at all just darkness and silence. He continued to move and a soft tone was heard, it was so familiar…he recognized it now it was the same humming he had done when he was a child. He followed the sound and it changed, every instrument he ever played and the music he composed, they all were playing in a chain it was so beautiful he thought. He continued to wonder the darkness and on a small pedestal was a tiny music box. The music seemed to stop and a small noise echoed from the box. The music of your soul is the most beautiful melody in creation…I know this because I know all music in the universe my name is……The name was muffled out by some background noise and Benzaiten opened his eyes. It was morning…he was hungry.
Slowly walking down the street several Shimigami were exiting the Seireiti, Benzaiten’s stomach growled and they looked at him strangely. Benzaiten felt a little dizzy and looked at them, he was going to ask for food, but was scared when his stomach growled louder. The shimigami conferred upon themselves and attempted to grab him, but he began running away terrified. He didn’t make it far and the dragged him back to their carriage, then drove him to the academy. They stood him, before a small council of teachers who also heard his stomach growling, each one agreed he should join the academy as his spiritual powers were awakening. After this they took him to a small cafeteria in the academy and gave him some rice, beans and some sort of meat. He ate quietly, while one of the teachers told him what was expected of him. Benzaiten only nodded through out all of it and ate in small bites, finally he spoke one word as the professor asked him his name. He simply told him that, then was lead to receive his uniform and shown to his room.
Benzaiten’s first day at the academy was different to say the least. He started out being lead around to his classes by a senior student who didn’t appear to be too happy about his job. He was a showy young man with green hair that was tied into a rat tail around his neck. The rest of his hair was combed back behind his ears so that a huge black line tattoo could be seen. Each line came down out of his hairline and moved down either side of his face and back around his head. Benzaiten supposed it was supposed to draw fear. Benzaiten kept his head down and just looked at his feet as the man lead him around. Several girls stopped to comment to his handler about how sad Benzaiten looked. He would hear from one of them that the leaders name was named Asolon and was supposed to be the next seated shimigami in the twelfth divison. Benzaiten didn’t care, he just wish he would stop looking back at him every now and then with those grey eyes of his.
They finally stopped at Benzaiten’s first class, swordsmanship. Apparently Asolon also had this class first thing or was a student instructor. Benzaiten sat down and simply watched, the teacher coddled him because he was knew and Benzaiten looked further down at the ground and clutched at the legs of his blue hakama. He felt all their eyes on him, he began to shake and he new they were judging him and measuring him up. They wanted to hurt him, he just knew they did, but he couldn’t run this time, he just couldn’t run away. He nodded when the professor asked him if he understood and told him to raise and take his place with another student. It was someone in their third year of the academy and both were given wooden practice swords to begin with. For some reason it just felt right in his hands, it was balanced and felt easy to wield. He understood why now, it was an instrument, but of a different kind. He remember his vow earlier and looked at it sadly, before the other student struck down on him. He blow knocked the wind out of him for a second, but he stood back up and the two began their duel anew for the instructor.
Overhead, right to left, left to right, overhead repeat, Benzaiten was memorizing his opponents moves and was blocking them as they came. A voice inside of him told him to strike back and he did, the whistle of air that came out of it and the crack of his wooden sword splitting scared him and he fell on his butt. He had swung with so much force that the sword had broken over his partners side. In shock he got up and bowed and quickly ran back to his seat in class.
Kido training wasn’t much better though, Benzaiten sat down quietly and waited to the very last group to perform his kido. He spoke only because he was forced to and began the incantation:
“Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, The sea barrier surges, March on to the south” Hado 31!
The fire ball of energy flared into his hands and he launched it at the target. The red ball hurtled forward and connected with the furthest and highest target destroying it. Everyone cheered and Benzaiten rubbed his head and raised it up still looking a bit startled. As he raised his hand another red ball of energy flared and lurched forward, striking several students and the instructor. Benzaiten once again ran away. The rest of the day, he cowered in his room and finally several instructors came and spoke with him. He finished up his other classes later in the evening being taught alone. The next two years would basically be continuations of the first day, but with him becoming less and less awkward during the classes and spending more and more time in them. He never did speak thought, aside to say yes or no and the instructors never asked him to do otherwise.
Two years later, on a wet July afternoon, Benzaiten and a group of students are being lead by their instructor for some outside training and how to use the environment to their advantage. Benzaiten was paired with two cute freshman girls and felt like crying as they both seemed to cling to him a little. He wanted to be alone, but they couldn’t see that and he had little choice but to provide them with some teaching, which was pained and struggled for him until another student explained it all to them and told them that Benzaiten wasn’t much of a talker. Benzaiten gave him a silent thank you and the instructor cleared them all to begin combat. Benzaiten shot first into the woods, followed by the two girls. One was blonde, with a decent amount of bust that nearly hung out of her low cut shirt. She was still using one of the academy’s swords, but it appeared she had chosen one that was a bit longer. The other girl was a brunette, that appeared to have already manifested her own zanpakuto, do to the markings around her sword. Benzaiten shrugged, he had manifested his own as well, though he didn’t quiet understand why there were music notes on it and on the blade. He sighed a little and felt them firing kidos at him and dunked down beneath the tree line and came back around with several branches which caught the blonde one just beneath her solar plexus. The brunette had been smart enough to jump over it. They clashed for a moment, then both speed away from each other. Benzaiten was doing his best not to hurt either of them, but he was also terrified he was going to become hurt himself. They continued their fighting, when another student shot toward them wielding his zanpakuto like a mad man. Benzaiten became fearful as he blocked the blow and he held him there struggling, suddenly a voice came to him.
“Do not be afraid Benzaiten…I am here to protect you…listen well to the sound of your soul and let that melody play…I am that sound and I will be your strength that which will help you over come your fears.”
Each syllable was filled with a wondrous sound, Benzaiten adored it and for the first time in six years he smiled and called out to the voice which came from his mind.
“Who are you?”
“I am that which rings true of your heart Benzaiten, I am your zanpakuto spirit I am…”
Benzaiten’s power surged and he pushed the other student away from as he yelled.
“KAICHOU SONO KIRINAKI DOUYOU KEN!”
A bright light flashed around Benzaiten and everyone in the area could hear that same beautiful music that Benzaiten had played earlier. He stood there shocked at himself as he now held his released zanpakuto, it was a sword with a speakers at the butt of the blade and on both sides of its western style hand guard. On the butt were the bottom speaker was appeared to be a small ring with a switch that read transmitting that went up to a mp3 player attached to his arm (Back then because he had no idea what it was he just said it was a box that stored all the music in his head). Another ring was at the top of the player that again said the same thing on it. This lead up to a pair of earphones that wrapped around Benzaiten’s head with reverse loops so they could rest on his ears, and coming out of the left one was a microphone that curled around to his mouth. He was shocked by the sudden change, but nearly so by the other students. The instructor immediately stopped the exercise and told the other students to congratulate him.
“You’ve just graduated son.”
The professor said to him smiling as he was lead away and they began to fill out paper work for him to be assigned to a court guard squad. He sighed and they again paraded him around a group of scrutinizing eyes and felt fear creep into him again. They stopped after a few hours and told him he’d be put into Squad 9. He merely shrugged and said thank you, before leaving the academy the other students staring at him as he left.
Gotei 13:
Benzaiten began his work at the lower section of squad nine, mainly just moving about the various cells and occasionally being allowed to interrogate one of the prisoners, though someone usually had to accompany him to ask questions. He did his job well and people could rely on him, though talking to him was a problem. However, he did well among the other shimigami and soon received a promotion to the tenth seat after ten years of service. Benzaiten’s shell never did crack though and many of the other members of squad nine began to worry about him. Slowly more and more confrontations between them took place and Benzaiten retreated further and further into himself, trying to find utopia within his mind. Eventually, they stopped questioning him as everyone else did and thirty years later he had become the third seat of squad nine, mostly do to the fact that he did everyone else’s paperwork. These years were quiet and kept him busy, with only mild interludes where he and several others would go and kill the occasional hollow.
Five years later, he wondered the seireiti and came across a open room made of a peculiar stone, he shrugged and wandered into it looking around for a moment, then decided to take a rest. He feel asleep after sitting in the room for a few moments, then woke up to find his Captain examining the entrance which was now closed. He curled into a ball in a corner as his captain began to wander about the room. He stayed that way for a day, he was terrified of his captain and heard several rumors about her that he later found out to be truth. She paced around and mumbled odd things to herself not even noticing Benzaiten curled into a ball at the back of the room. On the second day, Benzaiten began to notice how pretty she was and was about to say something, but stopped himself. On the third day he was really about to speak and even silently prepared himself, when in a fit she broke down the walls and fled. Benzaiten plopped down after he saw the walls crumble and was horrified and sat down, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her after she left. He has tried to speak with her on several occasions, but has failed every time to express himself and just gets loaded down with more paperwork. In current times, he continues to be as he is and is constantly being hit with paperwork from other members of his squad.
Additional Info:
General
Name: Kaichou sono Kirinaki douyou ken
(Lit Melody that cuts like a blade)
Spirit Description:
Kaichou sono Kirinaki Douyou Ken appears as a complex stone music box with nowhere to wind the box up at. It appears to be models after a tiny castle dome and is covered on the sides with black markings that are the Kenji for Harmony and Rhythm. It stands only about a foot high and when lifted feels as light as a feather, but cold to the touch. When it opens the top of its dome, there is a small speaker inside of it, connected to a vast array of cogs and gears which appear to to go on much further than the box could actually hold. Around the center is a long line of black tubes with scratches on them. Each of these is transferred up to the speaker, through a system of pulleys which then begin to play noise or speak in Kaichou’s voice, which is beauty incarnate, speaking with no real gender or tone, but just harmony and musical grace.
Sealed:
When sealed, Benzaiten’s zanpakuto is little more than a knife, being only about 8 inches long and sheathed in a black sheathe with white music notes on it. The most occurring one being a eighth note and after that a quarter note. Along the hilt is one large note which is shaped into a quarter note rest, this one is stitched into the hilts white thread in a black thread. When pulling the blade out it is a simple affair, coming out as a normal sized zanpakuto with a large B-flat on the blade. The blades hand guard is styled into a single circle much like the dot on a quarter note and has no markings on it what so ever.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: Onkyou (Lit: Sound)
Appearance:
When released Kaichou becomes a three piece set for Benzaiten, in the form of a speaker sword, mp3 and a headset. His sword, begins to follow a more western style and the hand guard sinks into self and is shaped into a cross. On either side of the blade is a small quarter sized speaker with black lines running through for the stretching and extremely powerful amps behind them. At the butt of his blade is another amplifier matching the other two. Around the bottom amp is a small ring, that gets wirelessly transmitted data from the mp3. The Mp3 is wrapped tightly around Benzaiten’s arm, held there by a black armband that has a clear cover, so that the display can always be seen. When wearing his normal clothes, there appears to just be a glowing screen on his shirtsleeve. The mp3 player also transmits to Benzaiten’s earphone, though the music coming from his speakers and the music coming out of his headphones are more often than not too totally different songs. Benzaiten’s headphones are a pair of thin and stylish wrap arounds that have silver colored ear pieces and a microphone for no known reason as of now.
Abilities:
Kaichou sono Kirinaki Douyou Ken has a different set of abilities depending on the type of music playing over his mp3, but it does have one constant effect.
Onkyou Tanpa(Lit: Sound Wave)
When released Benzaiten mentally picks a song and it will begin to play over the speakers on his sword. Depending on several variables, it will fire sound waves in the direction the sword is point, with varying speed, power, impact, amount and rate. The variables that determine these said variables are: Bass, Rhythm, Beat and Tone.
Speed: The relative rate of movement and distance that a sound wave will cover per seconds. The faster a sound wave travels the less power it has and vice versa.
Power: The relative amount of force that each sound wave will strike for. The more power in a sound wave the slower it travels and vice versa.
Rate: The relative amount of sound waves that will be produced during a set time period. The higher the rate is the lower the impact and vice versa.
Impact: The relative amount of times a sound wave will bounce after a collusion with another object. Impact effects both power and rate as the higher the impact of a sound wave the more power it will hold, but will not bounce and will come out more constentrated that if the impact was lower, the waves will bounce more the waves will be less focused, but will hit for less.
Bass:
The bass controls the impact of the sound waves, meaning the higher the bass the harder the sound waves hit, but also the higher the bass, the less the sound waves will rebound back after striking, meaning they will hit less than other sound waves.
Rhythm:
The beat of a song determines how well a song flows and just like in a song, when a rhythm is more in sync with the rest of the music the better the music flows and pleases the ear. In the case of Onkyou Tanpa, the better the rhythm in the song that playing the more varied the rate at which the waves will be fired, causing more confusion among enemies. However, songs that are faster will produce many more sound waves, but will come in swarms in one location making them easier to dodge. Likewise with a slower rhythm the waves will come out very slowly and one at a time, eating very hard, but are also easy to dodge.
Beat:
Beat is the number of notes played over a set period of time and how fast, usually calculated as notes per second. The faster the beat of a song, the faster sound waves will travel when using Onkyou Tanpa, but it will also reduce the power if they become too fast. Beat also directly controls the amount of notes that come out of a song, so it as well controls the amount of notes that will be produced, the more notes, the less impact, the more notes there are the less impact.
Tone:
Tone is the emotions conveyed in a song, when referring to music, usually referred to as being heavy or soft, the more dark and powerful the tone of a song the more power that each sound wave will supply on the hit, this is in no relation to the impact, which cause rebounds. This is the pure striking power of the sound wave, which can also reduce the speed and rate of the sound waves if too high..
Every time Benzaiten switches the music on his player, there is a ten second delay before it begins playing again, like wise if he stops the music short repeatedly the interval grows. If he stops it short the first time it is still a ten second delay, if he does it again, it’s a twenty second delay, a third time thirty and so and so forth.
Usage per post is 5% of his total reitsu.
Sound Torture:
Benzaiten can create a single sound wave that travels at the same speed as a normal sound wave. When this wave hits a target, it sends an impulse up to the brain that makes it repeatedly play the Barney song in their head as if it was on a loud speaker beside them. The only way to stop this is to attack is to kill Benzaiten or to force him to reseal his sword. This ability costs 10% of his reitsu
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Hado
[5] Cross Shove: Creates a yellow X of energy and knocks back the enemy while dealing small cutting damage.
Incantation: Look upon all life and turn in terror, you murderous rodent! Hold true to your nature and stand your ground.
[31] Shot of Red Fire - Fires a ball of red energy at the target
*Incantation: Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, The sea barrier surges, March on to the south!*
[42] Sky Lance- Creates a cone of blue energy high above the fighters, before launching down at the target. As it hurtles down it will create a long tail, resembling a lance and travel at a speed about three times as fast as a bala.
Incantation: Noble knight of the endless sky, hurl your lance toward the ground and pierce those of vile nature.
Bakudo
[4] Crawling Rope - The user holds their hands togheter as they gather reiatsu for the attack, then as they are about to unleash it they separate their hands, yellow lightning like energy running inbetween them before they thrust their hands toward the target, sending the energy flying like a rope that if it hits the target will wrap itself around them and hold them in place. Anyone stronger than the user could easily break out of it if given a little time.
[38] Clutch - Similar to Restrain, only the arms are crossed behind the back and are tugged up by the wrists. If not powerful enough to resist this tugging, the arms will be popped out of joint. Anyone of the same class as the caster can easily break out of it and anyone lower can break it after some time.
Incantation: Cry you unsufferable rogue and feel your arms lock into place! Pull back and shriek in pain as they leave your body! Clutch!
[43] Hibiki heya: (Lit Echo Chamber)-
Essentially the opposite of Mirror Door, creating a barrier that is easy to destory on the outside rather than the inside. However, this barrier is set up to increase the echo effect of everything inside of it. Making every little sound inside of the box deafening. Costs the same as a level fourty kido.
Incantation: Behold! The Cage in which no sound ever escapes! Hear the voice of ten thousand demons and claw at your ears in terror!
[54] Manic Interruption: Creates a medium sized kido barrier directly in front of an attacker, three to four feet tall and two to three feet wide, the barrier when struck creates a mild shockwave that knocksback anyone in the area about three feet. This of course is determined by the class of the fighter.
Incantation: Insanity is thy might, hold thy ground and face thy fears, stop them dead and knock them back immenant destruction! Manic Interruption!
[66] Tsuin Arawaremasu Enchuu - (Lit Twin Emerging Pillars-)
Creates two wide pillars in front of the caster, which block any attack up to a Kido of 58 anything above will cause the pillars to shatter and collapse onto the caster. Being hit repeatedly by weaker level kidos weakens the pillars.
Incantation: Ye Gods of Blood and Iron, cast aside your burdens and burst forth from the ground!
Other Characters:
Jirku
Sojukin Asamoto
Roleplay Sample:
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!!!?"
The young shimigami screamed at Sojukin as he struck him for the thousandth time on the chest with his blade, again it seemed to have no effect further angering the young man as the arrancar before looked at him with pity, then spoke for the first time. It was unexpected and the young shimigami stopped his attack in sudden surprise, his zanpakuto still hanging in the air as he went to strike at him again.
"What is it you seek by fighting me shimigami? Are you so ignorant to see you are blind to the shear difference in power between us? You are second-rate and will soon become nothing more than a meal for me and join the multitude of souls already interwined in my long history of domaniance. I am being fair this one time, because you caught me in a moment of calm as a reflected on my previous life. Run while you still have this option, or your guts I will render from your body and burn the rest into a fine ash which will travel this world without end till the end of time."
"That will just give me an eternity to think of how to kill you when I am reborn."
Sojukin was taken aback by the young mans retort, did he think in any of his pathetic lives he would ever be a match for him? Was he just stupid or suicidal? He frowned as his brow furrowed a little, this kid had no respect for strength and must die. He was nothing more than a blemish on the face of the all powerful society that constructed the hierarcy of the spirit world. His energy lacked even enough force to puncture his hierro, so what hope did he have. Yet...there was a fire in his eyes, something that Sojukin remembered, a look that he once held. It was determination, a desire to prove those around him wrong and show the world that he could do what it said was impossible. He knew the look well, he had murdered plenty that had held that same fire in their eyes and he would murder many more, but he remembered it most as it was the same fire in his eyes, on the day he died.
"Your foolish and your feeling are completely useless and your determination will only end up getting you killed. However, I respect that to a degree, but it will not change things...you will still die here today for refusing to flee this area. I will honor your death, however by drawing my blade against you and not mauling you with my bare hands."
Sojukin slowly reached for his blade, reaching for the ornate hilt as he looked at the young shimigami again. He was a simple lout, dressed in the common shimigami robes, if his was a bit dusty and tattered from having done battle with him for almost half an hour now. He had a squad eleven insignia around his arm, which made sense, because only those people were dumb enough to try this. He sighed and kept examining, he was moderately handsome, or would be if not for the x shaped scar running from his left temple to his right cheek, then his right temple down to his lip. He was bald, but it was clear his head was shaved due to the small amounts of hair that were coming up out of the back of his neck. Sojukin looked more closely expecting it for a moment as his sword eased out of its sheathe, the blood red blade signalling the shimigami's death. The man's hair was black and his eyes were red it appeared. He shrugged, a bizarre trait red eyes, but it didn't matter, those eyes would soon dull and there would be nothing left of him to admire, expect maybe his courage.
"This facade of a battle is over, die with grace or flee with your life."
Sojukin said his voice booming over the hills as his blade exited his sheathe and he used sonido to close the gap between them. He was instantly upon the shimigami, leaving him with no time to react as he plunged his zanpakuto through his gullet. The blood that seeped out of his body perfectly matching the color of his sword, making it seem as it his blood was flowing down in a large arch that it should be. Sojukin had closed his eyes as he shoved his blade in a little further, then looked down. The young man was bleeding from his mouth, but he had not given in yet, he was clinging to life by the thinest of lines and would most likely die very soon if he didn't receive healing immediately. He began to speak and gripped at Sojukin's hand. How could one person possess so much will, that on the brink of death he would push himself further into his grave by trying to force himself up by means of gripping his assaliant?
"I...wi...will, not...d...d...die" His words were cut off, by an upheaval of blood, which landing splattering against Sojukin's robe. "th...this way....Yo...You...hav...haven't...bested me.....I...will...win....."
There was silence for a moment as he stared down at the young shimigami. He was clinging for dear life, yet he was still claiming he could win. How foolish, he was beaten and he had no hope of ever achieveing victory. Destiny had already decreed he would die today and that he would never be anything more than a peeble in his path, a insigificant part of his life that would only serve to remember his foolish nature from the past. The light began to fade from the shimigami's eyes and Sojukin pulled his blade out of him, holding him up in the air just long enough to wipe the blood off of his blade on his robes before dropping him to the ground.
"I don't care if your alive or dead...If your alive you will soon be dead or maybe not. It matters not, you will never amount to anything and the fangs that bear toward me will never pierce the armor which I bear. If you live take it as fates way of giving you a second chance for making a foolish mistake. Now I must bid you adu."
Sojukin however, stood there looking down at the shimigami's body wondering silently, what gave him that much courage and determination and what had given it to him so long ago.
"What are you doing here in the Real world, hollow?"
Sojukin was already picking up the shimigami's spiritual pressure before he exited the senkaimon, he was pleasantly surprised to find someone with that much power coming out to meet him. He turned slowly on his heel, to meet eyes with him, there was the same fire and he noticed he was of the same squad as the man he had just slaughtered. Sojukin brushed the blood on his jacket slowly away, showing that to be the only stain on it as they glared at each other. There was a long pause before he spoke while messing with one the black tips in his hair. His voice coming out as thoughtful and wondering, but with a cynical twist and sarcastic undertones.
"I was just enjoying the day, Hueco Mundo gets very dull. Its nothing but eternal night in a desert with no weather. Not even a cloud to watch go by. It is simply a shame for us hollows, to have nothing to do, but fight eternally under the moon of Hueco Mundo."
Unless this man was completely stupid there was noway he was going to buy that dumb little story. Sojukin blinked once, then stopped playing with his hair ready to give the real reason he had come to this area. His body tensed a little knowing that combat would soon come about and he had no idea what abilities this man possessed. He was sure he was at the captain's level though and that would mean this fight wasn't going to be easy, but it would be enjoyable. Like everyone else that had ever stood in his way, this one would fall as well. He was confident in that, for he had only failed once in his life and that was the day he died and his rebirth began.
"This is the spot I died 1462 years ago, I come here every so often to reflect on my death and reconstruct it so I may see how I might have survived the conflict. In the past century I have yet to find a solution. I will keep visiting this spot until I do and noone is going to stop me. Not you, not that miserble little punk who couldn't even cut me, not even the Horrors will keep me from coming here!"
Sojukin grabbed his blade, lowering his right shoulder down and spreading his legs into a samurai quick draw stance, waiting for Saru to come to him. When he did he would draw rapidly and make an upward slice with both hands, before using sonido to make another gap between them.
Sojukin looked at the Captain with little interest as he neared him. Ok, theres no way this guy could be a Captain if he is this slow, then he began to think, he trying to fool me. He blinked just before the man flashed stepped and clicked his tongue letting the sonar go out. He was rewarded with a click bouncing back from behind him and used sonido to move his body just out of the way smiling at the Captain as he extended his hand out toward him.
“SURPRISE THIS! FUEGO DE DIABLILLO!”
The fireball rushed forth into Sojukin’s hand as the Captain’s sword moved threw the space where his body just was. At this range he would push it out, to ensure a hit and smiled as the green ball of fire finished constructing itself at the end of the thought. He grinned, then shoved the ball forward, launching it at five times the speed of cero. He grinned and in the split second it left his hand used sonido to leave the blast radius of the attack, finding himself hovering over a forest and thought perfect, I can use this area to my advantage later. He smiled a little and waved at the Captain who would either be putting out the flames on his clothing now or found a way to avoid his attack. Either way, he always did enjoy taunting his opponents.
“By the way, I’m Sojukin Asamoto, Tres Espada…who are you? You are obviously a Captain to move at the speed you just did.”
Sojukin looked up and held up his hand as the man began his flash step. He yawned slightly bored with the tactic he had just used on him a moment before. What made him think if it didn’t work the first time it would work a second time under the same conditions? He sighed, such was his way of life, dealing with one pitiful idiot after another, each no different from the last. He looked up as the dark cubes collided together and formed a single black wall, after uttering the command; Barrera Oscuro. He always enjoyed the resounding ping that came after someone struck it. It filled his ears with a small sense of joy knowing that a sound so beautiful could come from something hideous. He grinned up at Saru.
“Well very nice to meet you Saru, but I’m afraid its time for you to die, but before you die, let me introduce you to my sword. Sword!”
Sojukin pushed up against the bo staff that Saru had produced, shoving it upward as he thrusted his own blade toward Saru’s left hip on purpose. It was meant as a warning to Saru, that this was his last chance to flee before he would get serious. The blade was glinting with its red blade and black lining running through it. In the light Saru could see just how ornate the blade was and how the red blade seemed to radiate with some separate energy than Sojukin as if it was being lead by four hands instead of just one. The smile grew wider on Sojukin’s face as he felt the blade whistle through the air speeding toward its target and the back draft ruffled his jacket. He was feeling that same exhilaration that he was way back when, though he did not fear death as he did before.
“MEET SARU!”
General Info
Name:Benzaiten Sajiki (Lit Music Box)
Gender:Male
Age:14 Human 60 Spirit
Division:Squad 9
Rank:4th Seat
Physical Description:
Benzaiten is of an average height standing at just about 5’7 and weighs one hundred and sixty seven pounds soaking wet. His face is a little hollow, as if he had neglected to eat for a few days, supported by his sunken cheek bones. His face however, is not skull like and leaves the impression that he occasionally skips a few meals. Continuing with the description of his face, his nose is small and button shaped usually with some sort of red mark on it from where someone will have thumped him there. His eyes are world wreary and seem to be tired or they are increasingly alert and paranoid, full of fear. Their color of a deep lavender only helps to accent this when he looks at others, giving them the feeling that he really doesn’t want to be around them. He has black hair, with two distinct white marks running down the front of his bangs. His hair is kept at a moderate length, not hanging much lower than his eyes and is kept shorter in the back. When in a gigai, Benzaiten will hide all of his facial features under a wide brimmed hat and a hood.
Benzaiten’s body is never on display, unless he is positive he is completely alone. His body is comprised of only four percent body fat and very little muscle. Despite his best efforts, he seems to be unable to build more than a goose egg sized muscle in his upper body and a football sized one in his legs. His shoulders are a little broad and create a sort of effect that one could imagine him as a wide receiver. His back is covered in a layer of scar tissue, where he was beaten as a young man with various items including, but not limited to; belts, coat hangers, dip sticks, dull rotor blades, bike chains, TV antennas, rakes, various animal bones, tree limbs, plates, forks and spoons.
Clothing wise, Benzaiten is an ordinary shimigami. He wears the traditional hakama, sash and shirt. His badge is kept wrapped around his right arm and he proudly polished it so that it shines in the light. Benzaiten’s zanpakuto can not be seen unless he takes it out of its hiding place just inside of his of his shirt near his right hip. In this area is a small pocket that he constructed with a piece of red string and a fold of cloth he found on the ground in the commons area of the academy. It is expertly cross-stitched into place and is just big enough that Benzaiten can keep his zanpakuto in the pocket, but its small enough so that he doesn’t have to search for it when he put his hand inside of his shirt. Around his white are the white tabi that most shimigami wear and the sandals.
When in his gigai, however his clothing changes significantly. He dresses like a college kid, with severe social issues. His upperbody is covered with a sleeveless green hoodie, with the logo of an newly constructed music dealer. The logo is of an hour glass with amps on both side, the sand is running out on the glass and at the top it looks like someone is climbing out of the glass with a guitar. The arm holes of the hoodie are frayed and appear to be grass and mud stained. Underneath his hoodie is a long sleeve white shirt, which hangs a little loosely off of his arms as the shirt is two sizes too big, but the ends have been cut off as not to cover his hands. Covering his lower half are a pair of torn up khakis. The legs are littered with holes and frays and appear to be stained from playing some sort of sport like mud football. Benzaiten’s feet are covered by a pair of white socks which are then covered by a pair of sketcher’s tennis shoes that are colored black and are scuffed up and covered in dust.
Personality:
Benzaiten is highly anti-social, becoming paranoid when anyone nears him or whenever he meets some he doesn’t know. He is constantly fearful of his own safety and when not in combat is extremely skittish. Benzaiten’s fear and anti-social nature, developed after years of being abused by his mother and a single event which turned his world upside down forever, the betrayal of his father. Even with his unnatural fear around everyone, Benzaiten still developed a crush on his Squad’s Captain, which seems to go against everything that his psyche stands for. This crush developed early on in his days of working for Squad nine, when he and Laetitia became trapped together in a large room. The encounter lasted for three days, mostly with Benzaiten curled into a corner with his headphones on to tune out Laetitia’s insane ranting. He began to like her a little more each hour, because she never hurt him during their entire entrapment. He tired to speak during the end of their third day, but Laetitia finally snapped and destroyed the walls of the room, terrifying him so that he lost the urge to speak. He has never told anyone about the way he truly feels on any matter.
He rarely speaks as Benzaiten feels that anyone could stab him in the back after his parents did. He keeps himself locked uptight and his only gateway to a release from his stress is music. He began to delve into music when he discovered an ichigenkin or a one-stringed zither in his backyard. Each pluck of the string brought him so much joy, that’s when he noticed his mother hovering over them. She said that the noise bothered her ear, then beat him in the backyard in front of their neighbors. Benzaiten however, did not care about his mother beating him and secretly continued to play music and listen to it. Everytime he was caught, his mother would break the instruments or recordings. He was persistant however, and eventually held one of these instruments for a long time and it brought him much pleasure. However, he was found out one day by his father, who had just had a long hard day at work and the rest will be covered in history.
Benzaiten’s thoughts on power and intelligence are in a neutral zone. He feels neither can really exist without the other and that one shouldn’t be preferred. Power is what dictates the importance of knowledge and what should be studied and what shouldn’t be, but knowledge itself is what gives people power and thus a paradox is created and one can not exist without the other. To believe either is more important is folly. He is afraid of the Captains aside from his own and is even more terrified of the Vasto Lordes, the Horror Vacui and the Espadas. He feels he however can relate to the Vizards as they are social outcasts like himself. Though he is too scared to try to speak with one and knows even if he wasn’t he wouldn’t because of his trust issues. Several shimigami have tried to befriend Benzaiten and none have been able to crack the thick mental shell that encases his tongue and mind. Though he does have moments where he will say something of great importance, then retreat back into his shell.
Benzaiten likes to stand out in the open and just feel the wind blow against him, usually he will enter one of the plains outside of the seireiti to do this and will pull out his ichigenken and enjoy the soothing melody he creates while playing this. During these sessions animals have been known to wander near him almost entranced by his melody, but will scatter like the wind when he moves or someone approaches. He dislikes paperwork, however and despite his best efforts to make this known to his Captain and Vice Captain, they seem to dump it all on him anyway and he can never find lower ranking officers to help him do it. Usually causing him to stay up nights on end to do the paperwork, making others believe he is just some guy who enjoys doing it. His favorite foods are Miso soup, a tofu based soup which his mom would never let him eat saying it would make him soft and she dreamed of putting him in the military, and chocolate of any kind for the same reason as before. He dislikes string beans and durian, a fruit that is known for its foul stench. As he was forced to eat both as a child and they were supposed to make him stronger.
History:
Growing Pains
A newborn baby’s cries pierce the air of a quiet farming community located fifteen miles south of Kameoka, Kyoto. The town rejoiced as Akkenai and Yowai Sajiki gave birth to their first child, a boy. The small child whined loudly and was in shock from coming from its quiet wolrd into such a loud one. He wanted the pain in his ears to go away, it was all so loud! The chants began to grow as the asked for the child’s name. The baby couldn’t understand the words, but he heard noise, screeches and cries of joy. His tiny mind couldn’t take it all and he cried louder. His mother shushed him with a tiny tap on the the head and a pinch of cheek. The young boy still cried for a moment, then he was handed to his father. He grew still for a moment and slept in his father’s arms. A bond between the two was slowly beginning to shape as the newborn child could sense the sincere love for him in his father that he could not find in his mother.
The crowd watched for a while longer, in silence before someone asked what they were going to name the child. The parents debated for a few moments over the name, not being able to decide between Nagamishi or Sono. A old man with a lute walked by as they debate began to grow into a small fight and he played a gentle melody that he thought would calm everyone. There was a soft hiss from the child’s mother at the old man, but the child was delighted. His mother, then took it upon herself to name him Benzaiten or ‘music’ after one of the things she hated most in the world. His father adored the name and instantly agreed to it, not noting the displeased look in his wifes hazel eyes, that seemed to glimmer with a spark of hatred for the child, but it slowly faded and the family grew close together again as an artist appeared and offered to do a portrait of the family for free.
Benzaiten’s first real memories started coming in when he was four years old. He remembers the taste of fresh plucked fruit from one of the trees around the house and the taste of rice just after harvest. The sound of his father’s humming in the main room of their home, then of his mother screaming at him and telling him to stop that racket where two memories he couldn’t forget.
“Yowai! Yamete! How many times, must I tell you to quit that!? You are hurting my ears with that noise! Don’t do it again do you hear me?”
“Yes dear.”
His father would always reply that way, but the next day they would go through the same charade. It was like listening to a song over and over again on the radio, but no matter how many times you heard it, it never stopped holding that special meaning to you. It was always the scene that we would always wake up to after naps. He never knew why his mother complained about his humming and always yelled yamete (Stop it) he loved the sound, he thought it was one of the greatest sounds in the world. He would always sigh after these moments and cower in his room for a little longer, he always was afraid of approaching his mother, but he was especially afraid after she shouted. He shivered quietly by himself for a little while, then snuck in and would sit with his father who would quietly hum to him so his mother couldn’t hear.
When Benzaiten turned six, his family was too poor to send him to school so they taught him what they thought was useful, like how to cook and how to grow his own food. His father was in charge of almost all of his schooling and taught him a lot of history and told him that if he made everything himself, he didn’t have to pay anyone else for it. He smiled and then taught him that his soul had a melody to it and no matter what his mother said it was a beautiful thing and that as long as he wasn’t around her it was ok to let it out. Benzaiten smiled at this and began to hum his own melody and his father his. It combined into the most beautiful thing Benzaiten had ever heard in his life and to this day has never heard anything more beautiful. Sadly it was the last time he heard it as his father never went out with him like that again or his mother was always with them. It was also around this time that Benzaiten discovered how deep his love of music went. Near his home was an old dump and some people took their fenced it back yard as part of it as it was relatively close to the dumps location and it wasn’t gated. One day as usual someone was throwing a bag of trash into their yard and Benzaiten sighed and began to walk outside to throw it into the dump, but before he even made it outside he noticed a stringed instrument along with the pile of trash. Despite his mothers fervent warning about never bringing anything musical into their home, Benzaiten took it into his room and began to pluck the strings with joy and played the instrument semi-well despite never have seeing it before.
He played the instrument for two hours and was so enthralled by the beauty of its sound that he never heard his mother come in or hear her slowly sneak into the room till it was too late. She screamed at him and became a wild woman, her brown hair becoming like serpents and her teeth like fangs. It was one of the most traumatizing moments in Benzaiten’s life and it only got worse. His mother slammed his head against the floor and told him to get up and stand against the wall. Benzaiten did as she said thinking that would be the end of his punishment; he would just have to stare at the wall for a long time. He was wrong, she came back two minutes later with a rusty old dip stick that she had found outside and hit him with it. Pow, then a whistle of air, pow then another whistle of air, all while he looked at the bamboo wall of his room and she continued to hit him for a longer than he knew. All he knew was when she finished he was bleeding and his mother was complaining about her arm hurting. Benzaiten passed out afterward and he awoke to his father cleaning his wounds and bandaging him up.
“Son, I admire your love for music, but please your mother could have killed you. Please…be careful son and please don’t let her catch you.”
His father hugged him and was careful to avoid the wounds. Benzaiten felt his father’s love again for the second time in his life and smiled, He felt protected, but he would learn that his father’s patience had its limits. Over the next three years, Benzaiten collected numerous musical instruments and delved deeply into musical studies, using anything he could find in the dump or in his rare visits to town would look around in the library. Over time his repertoire grew and so did the scars on his back where his mother beat him relentlessly every time she caught him. She was savage and ruthless during these beatings and Benzaiten had the scars to prove it. Each time, she got closer and closer to killing and each time his father gave him the same speech, but put a little more oomph into it. After a while he began to tell Benzaiten not to do it anymore, but Benzaiten couldn’t pull himself away from it. Finally, he turned ten and he felt the greatest betrayal of his life.
Being Broken
It was ten p.m. on a Sunday, it was late August and the air was hot as if on fire. The region had been in a drought for the past several months and the trees and plants and wilted and food production was at a stand still. They were importing food from China right now in masse to help compensate for their lack. Benzaiten was ten and the scars on his back were just beginning to heal from his mother’s latest beating. She had decided to use something blunt this time and had nearly broken his spine, her weapon of choice was a hot frying pan and the wilt had festered and his father had sold his beers to buy him some Neosporin, there was something different in his father this time, something he couldn’t place. He seemed cold, he thought, but it must have been just how tired his father was. His father loved him and would always protect and care for him. He smiled a little to himself as the pain throbbed in his back, he could do anything as long as his father was there.
Benzaiten looked out the window and looked around a truck was coming up the road and his father flagged it down. They talked for a long while and neither man noticed that a small package on the top of the truck was slowly falling over the ledge. The truck drove off as his father turned around and Benzaiten walked outside to look at it. It was labeled as a flute and Benzaiten’s heart fluttered. Another instrument so soon, but would he dare after being beaten so soon, could he possibly put his father through that again for his own desire of music? He did, he ran into the woods and opened the package, slowly bringing the flute to his lips and playing it softly as not to alert anyone. He was immersed soon in his melody and didn’t hear his father approaching. He was humming his old song, but something was off, something was horribly wrong. Benzaiten dropped the flute and walked toward his father smiling, his father wasn’t, his father looked at him angrily.
“I have to punish you son.”
“But…papa…why?”
“Because you never listen to your mother and your causing me grief, Son you never learn and this is the only way.”
“Papa…no don’t please…Papa no!”
His father swung, Benzaiten’s world flashed red and black as his nose began to bleed. His face hurt horribly, but his heart, that was where all the real pain was, it had broken and he no longer felt like there was anyone to protect him. Another blow came and the pain in his chest grew larger and heavier, his face became numb, but that pain in his chest…it never faded. He was in agony from it, he wanted to die so he didn’t have to feel it. He was screaming from it, but he grew silent as his father continued to hit him. He eventually blacked out, but even in unconsciousness the pain in his heart never went away. He managed to squeak out a few times as his father was hitting him this simple phrase.
“Papa…please stop, I love you.”
Benzaiten woke up the next morning, blood splattered over his bare chest and his face a lump of bruises and swollen areas. He was in his room and beside his bed was some water and some band aids, along with the Neosporin that his father had bought the day before. He looked at and tears slowly filled his eyes, he had become mentally broken. He tucked his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, swearing to himself silently he would never play music again for as long as he lived. He soon receded into himself and lacked the will to even bring up a conversation with his parents aside to say: Yes or No. He was even shakier around other people near them and was constantly pulling himself away from them, harvesting in areas far away from the rest and eating by himself in the woods. Several of the people in the community grew worried about him and tried to get him to speak, but he refused. He ran away from them whenever they spotted him and more often than not, locked in his room.
Benzaiten soon began to grow thinner as he ate less and spent more time locked in his room. He did everything his parents asked him to do and neither of them ever noticed his misery. Each day, he grew visibly paler and more and more like the walking dead. Only on days when music drifted downwind from the city did Benzaiten’s mood seem to lift a little. Though it only served to give him a little color, Benzaiten never smiled and felt his life fading away everyday as the cruel game that his mother played seemed to grow. He chuckled to himself one morning as he thought she had won and looked around his room, noticing how very bare it was and how there were better things in life. He however, did not have the will to seek them out anymore. He was probably going to become a soldier just as his mother wanted and sighed.
Benzaiten’s masquerade of a life was mercifully cut short one day on a cold January day in the year of 1939, he was only fourteen and World War 2 was just getting under way. He was walking down the road, his hands in his pockets and his entire body signaled him to be depressed. He gave money to the same beggar he had been for the past two years and sat down beside him for a moment and listened to him ramble about how great he could have been. Benzaiten looked up into the air and noticed one of the Japanese fighter planes flying over head. He wanted to wave but felt to burdened, he simply watched for a moment as a tiny screw came undone on the back of the planes tail. It had no effect on the tail of the plane, but the screw entered freefall from its attitude above them. It fall a tiny silhouette, in the winter sun its shadow nothing more than a pinpoint on the ground. He watched it and it seemed to dance and it had him hypnotized. It continued to fall and Benzaiten followed its path and walked along with it and soon was under it. It hit his head and for a moment what had happened didn’t register with him. He was looking at his own blood flowing freely from his skull and the screw laying behind him. He turned slowly, his movements muddled, then collapsed and became a soul.
Academy Life
Benzaiten wasn’t a soul for long, a soul reaper had seen the entire incident, explained to him that he was dead and told him what would now happen. After a long speech, the shimigami pressed the butt of his hilt against the skull of the young man and soon Benzaiten felt himself passing up through the dimensions and awoke in Rukongai North Distract 1. He curled his arms around his legs and held himself against the wall of his home for a long time. Finally after a day by himself, the shimigami that performed his soul burial entered his home. He was a huge man, standing at 7’2 and was dressed in a normal shimigami uniform, with the shirt section opened up more like a toga than an actual shirt. He began to speak to him gruffly, his white afro and black skin contrasting as he spoke to him. Benzaiten never answered the man and he eventually left with a final bit of advice.
“If you have any weird dreams…like you see something that you don’t understand or hear a voice calling out to you trying to tell you its name and you can’t hear it…Tell one of the shimigami or report to the academy.”
Benzaiten never moved during the entire conversation and soon fell asleep afterwards. He moved subconsciously through the darkness of some far off world. There was nothing around him, nothing at all just darkness and silence. He continued to move and a soft tone was heard, it was so familiar…he recognized it now it was the same humming he had done when he was a child. He followed the sound and it changed, every instrument he ever played and the music he composed, they all were playing in a chain it was so beautiful he thought. He continued to wonder the darkness and on a small pedestal was a tiny music box. The music seemed to stop and a small noise echoed from the box. The music of your soul is the most beautiful melody in creation…I know this because I know all music in the universe my name is……The name was muffled out by some background noise and Benzaiten opened his eyes. It was morning…he was hungry.
Slowly walking down the street several Shimigami were exiting the Seireiti, Benzaiten’s stomach growled and they looked at him strangely. Benzaiten felt a little dizzy and looked at them, he was going to ask for food, but was scared when his stomach growled louder. The shimigami conferred upon themselves and attempted to grab him, but he began running away terrified. He didn’t make it far and the dragged him back to their carriage, then drove him to the academy. They stood him, before a small council of teachers who also heard his stomach growling, each one agreed he should join the academy as his spiritual powers were awakening. After this they took him to a small cafeteria in the academy and gave him some rice, beans and some sort of meat. He ate quietly, while one of the teachers told him what was expected of him. Benzaiten only nodded through out all of it and ate in small bites, finally he spoke one word as the professor asked him his name. He simply told him that, then was lead to receive his uniform and shown to his room.
Benzaiten’s first day at the academy was different to say the least. He started out being lead around to his classes by a senior student who didn’t appear to be too happy about his job. He was a showy young man with green hair that was tied into a rat tail around his neck. The rest of his hair was combed back behind his ears so that a huge black line tattoo could be seen. Each line came down out of his hairline and moved down either side of his face and back around his head. Benzaiten supposed it was supposed to draw fear. Benzaiten kept his head down and just looked at his feet as the man lead him around. Several girls stopped to comment to his handler about how sad Benzaiten looked. He would hear from one of them that the leaders name was named Asolon and was supposed to be the next seated shimigami in the twelfth divison. Benzaiten didn’t care, he just wish he would stop looking back at him every now and then with those grey eyes of his.
They finally stopped at Benzaiten’s first class, swordsmanship. Apparently Asolon also had this class first thing or was a student instructor. Benzaiten sat down and simply watched, the teacher coddled him because he was knew and Benzaiten looked further down at the ground and clutched at the legs of his blue hakama. He felt all their eyes on him, he began to shake and he new they were judging him and measuring him up. They wanted to hurt him, he just knew they did, but he couldn’t run this time, he just couldn’t run away. He nodded when the professor asked him if he understood and told him to raise and take his place with another student. It was someone in their third year of the academy and both were given wooden practice swords to begin with. For some reason it just felt right in his hands, it was balanced and felt easy to wield. He understood why now, it was an instrument, but of a different kind. He remember his vow earlier and looked at it sadly, before the other student struck down on him. He blow knocked the wind out of him for a second, but he stood back up and the two began their duel anew for the instructor.
Overhead, right to left, left to right, overhead repeat, Benzaiten was memorizing his opponents moves and was blocking them as they came. A voice inside of him told him to strike back and he did, the whistle of air that came out of it and the crack of his wooden sword splitting scared him and he fell on his butt. He had swung with so much force that the sword had broken over his partners side. In shock he got up and bowed and quickly ran back to his seat in class.
Kido training wasn’t much better though, Benzaiten sat down quietly and waited to the very last group to perform his kido. He spoke only because he was forced to and began the incantation:
“Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, The sea barrier surges, March on to the south” Hado 31!
The fire ball of energy flared into his hands and he launched it at the target. The red ball hurtled forward and connected with the furthest and highest target destroying it. Everyone cheered and Benzaiten rubbed his head and raised it up still looking a bit startled. As he raised his hand another red ball of energy flared and lurched forward, striking several students and the instructor. Benzaiten once again ran away. The rest of the day, he cowered in his room and finally several instructors came and spoke with him. He finished up his other classes later in the evening being taught alone. The next two years would basically be continuations of the first day, but with him becoming less and less awkward during the classes and spending more and more time in them. He never did speak thought, aside to say yes or no and the instructors never asked him to do otherwise.
Two years later, on a wet July afternoon, Benzaiten and a group of students are being lead by their instructor for some outside training and how to use the environment to their advantage. Benzaiten was paired with two cute freshman girls and felt like crying as they both seemed to cling to him a little. He wanted to be alone, but they couldn’t see that and he had little choice but to provide them with some teaching, which was pained and struggled for him until another student explained it all to them and told them that Benzaiten wasn’t much of a talker. Benzaiten gave him a silent thank you and the instructor cleared them all to begin combat. Benzaiten shot first into the woods, followed by the two girls. One was blonde, with a decent amount of bust that nearly hung out of her low cut shirt. She was still using one of the academy’s swords, but it appeared she had chosen one that was a bit longer. The other girl was a brunette, that appeared to have already manifested her own zanpakuto, do to the markings around her sword. Benzaiten shrugged, he had manifested his own as well, though he didn’t quiet understand why there were music notes on it and on the blade. He sighed a little and felt them firing kidos at him and dunked down beneath the tree line and came back around with several branches which caught the blonde one just beneath her solar plexus. The brunette had been smart enough to jump over it. They clashed for a moment, then both speed away from each other. Benzaiten was doing his best not to hurt either of them, but he was also terrified he was going to become hurt himself. They continued their fighting, when another student shot toward them wielding his zanpakuto like a mad man. Benzaiten became fearful as he blocked the blow and he held him there struggling, suddenly a voice came to him.
“Do not be afraid Benzaiten…I am here to protect you…listen well to the sound of your soul and let that melody play…I am that sound and I will be your strength that which will help you over come your fears.”
Each syllable was filled with a wondrous sound, Benzaiten adored it and for the first time in six years he smiled and called out to the voice which came from his mind.
“Who are you?”
“I am that which rings true of your heart Benzaiten, I am your zanpakuto spirit I am…”
Benzaiten’s power surged and he pushed the other student away from as he yelled.
“KAICHOU SONO KIRINAKI DOUYOU KEN!”
A bright light flashed around Benzaiten and everyone in the area could hear that same beautiful music that Benzaiten had played earlier. He stood there shocked at himself as he now held his released zanpakuto, it was a sword with a speakers at the butt of the blade and on both sides of its western style hand guard. On the butt were the bottom speaker was appeared to be a small ring with a switch that read transmitting that went up to a mp3 player attached to his arm (Back then because he had no idea what it was he just said it was a box that stored all the music in his head). Another ring was at the top of the player that again said the same thing on it. This lead up to a pair of earphones that wrapped around Benzaiten’s head with reverse loops so they could rest on his ears, and coming out of the left one was a microphone that curled around to his mouth. He was shocked by the sudden change, but nearly so by the other students. The instructor immediately stopped the exercise and told the other students to congratulate him.
“You’ve just graduated son.”
The professor said to him smiling as he was lead away and they began to fill out paper work for him to be assigned to a court guard squad. He sighed and they again paraded him around a group of scrutinizing eyes and felt fear creep into him again. They stopped after a few hours and told him he’d be put into Squad 9. He merely shrugged and said thank you, before leaving the academy the other students staring at him as he left.
Gotei 13:
Benzaiten began his work at the lower section of squad nine, mainly just moving about the various cells and occasionally being allowed to interrogate one of the prisoners, though someone usually had to accompany him to ask questions. He did his job well and people could rely on him, though talking to him was a problem. However, he did well among the other shimigami and soon received a promotion to the tenth seat after ten years of service. Benzaiten’s shell never did crack though and many of the other members of squad nine began to worry about him. Slowly more and more confrontations between them took place and Benzaiten retreated further and further into himself, trying to find utopia within his mind. Eventually, they stopped questioning him as everyone else did and thirty years later he had become the third seat of squad nine, mostly do to the fact that he did everyone else’s paperwork. These years were quiet and kept him busy, with only mild interludes where he and several others would go and kill the occasional hollow.
Five years later, he wondered the seireiti and came across a open room made of a peculiar stone, he shrugged and wandered into it looking around for a moment, then decided to take a rest. He feel asleep after sitting in the room for a few moments, then woke up to find his Captain examining the entrance which was now closed. He curled into a ball in a corner as his captain began to wander about the room. He stayed that way for a day, he was terrified of his captain and heard several rumors about her that he later found out to be truth. She paced around and mumbled odd things to herself not even noticing Benzaiten curled into a ball at the back of the room. On the second day, Benzaiten began to notice how pretty she was and was about to say something, but stopped himself. On the third day he was really about to speak and even silently prepared himself, when in a fit she broke down the walls and fled. Benzaiten plopped down after he saw the walls crumble and was horrified and sat down, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her after she left. He has tried to speak with her on several occasions, but has failed every time to express himself and just gets loaded down with more paperwork. In current times, he continues to be as he is and is constantly being hit with paperwork from other members of his squad.
Additional Info:
Zanpakuto
General
Name: Kaichou sono Kirinaki douyou ken
(Lit Melody that cuts like a blade)
Spirit Description:
Kaichou sono Kirinaki Douyou Ken appears as a complex stone music box with nowhere to wind the box up at. It appears to be models after a tiny castle dome and is covered on the sides with black markings that are the Kenji for Harmony and Rhythm. It stands only about a foot high and when lifted feels as light as a feather, but cold to the touch. When it opens the top of its dome, there is a small speaker inside of it, connected to a vast array of cogs and gears which appear to to go on much further than the box could actually hold. Around the center is a long line of black tubes with scratches on them. Each of these is transferred up to the speaker, through a system of pulleys which then begin to play noise or speak in Kaichou’s voice, which is beauty incarnate, speaking with no real gender or tone, but just harmony and musical grace.
Sealed:
When sealed, Benzaiten’s zanpakuto is little more than a knife, being only about 8 inches long and sheathed in a black sheathe with white music notes on it. The most occurring one being a eighth note and after that a quarter note. Along the hilt is one large note which is shaped into a quarter note rest, this one is stitched into the hilts white thread in a black thread. When pulling the blade out it is a simple affair, coming out as a normal sized zanpakuto with a large B-flat on the blade. The blades hand guard is styled into a single circle much like the dot on a quarter note and has no markings on it what so ever.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: Onkyou (Lit: Sound)
Appearance:
When released Kaichou becomes a three piece set for Benzaiten, in the form of a speaker sword, mp3 and a headset. His sword, begins to follow a more western style and the hand guard sinks into self and is shaped into a cross. On either side of the blade is a small quarter sized speaker with black lines running through for the stretching and extremely powerful amps behind them. At the butt of his blade is another amplifier matching the other two. Around the bottom amp is a small ring, that gets wirelessly transmitted data from the mp3. The Mp3 is wrapped tightly around Benzaiten’s arm, held there by a black armband that has a clear cover, so that the display can always be seen. When wearing his normal clothes, there appears to just be a glowing screen on his shirtsleeve. The mp3 player also transmits to Benzaiten’s earphone, though the music coming from his speakers and the music coming out of his headphones are more often than not too totally different songs. Benzaiten’s headphones are a pair of thin and stylish wrap arounds that have silver colored ear pieces and a microphone for no known reason as of now.
Abilities:
Kaichou sono Kirinaki Douyou Ken has a different set of abilities depending on the type of music playing over his mp3, but it does have one constant effect.
Onkyou Tanpa(Lit: Sound Wave)
When released Benzaiten mentally picks a song and it will begin to play over the speakers on his sword. Depending on several variables, it will fire sound waves in the direction the sword is point, with varying speed, power, impact, amount and rate. The variables that determine these said variables are: Bass, Rhythm, Beat and Tone.
Speed: The relative rate of movement and distance that a sound wave will cover per seconds. The faster a sound wave travels the less power it has and vice versa.
Power: The relative amount of force that each sound wave will strike for. The more power in a sound wave the slower it travels and vice versa.
Rate: The relative amount of sound waves that will be produced during a set time period. The higher the rate is the lower the impact and vice versa.
Impact: The relative amount of times a sound wave will bounce after a collusion with another object. Impact effects both power and rate as the higher the impact of a sound wave the more power it will hold, but will not bounce and will come out more constentrated that if the impact was lower, the waves will bounce more the waves will be less focused, but will hit for less.
Bass:
The bass controls the impact of the sound waves, meaning the higher the bass the harder the sound waves hit, but also the higher the bass, the less the sound waves will rebound back after striking, meaning they will hit less than other sound waves.
Rhythm:
The beat of a song determines how well a song flows and just like in a song, when a rhythm is more in sync with the rest of the music the better the music flows and pleases the ear. In the case of Onkyou Tanpa, the better the rhythm in the song that playing the more varied the rate at which the waves will be fired, causing more confusion among enemies. However, songs that are faster will produce many more sound waves, but will come in swarms in one location making them easier to dodge. Likewise with a slower rhythm the waves will come out very slowly and one at a time, eating very hard, but are also easy to dodge.
Beat:
Beat is the number of notes played over a set period of time and how fast, usually calculated as notes per second. The faster the beat of a song, the faster sound waves will travel when using Onkyou Tanpa, but it will also reduce the power if they become too fast. Beat also directly controls the amount of notes that come out of a song, so it as well controls the amount of notes that will be produced, the more notes, the less impact, the more notes there are the less impact.
Tone:
Tone is the emotions conveyed in a song, when referring to music, usually referred to as being heavy or soft, the more dark and powerful the tone of a song the more power that each sound wave will supply on the hit, this is in no relation to the impact, which cause rebounds. This is the pure striking power of the sound wave, which can also reduce the speed and rate of the sound waves if too high..
Every time Benzaiten switches the music on his player, there is a ten second delay before it begins playing again, like wise if he stops the music short repeatedly the interval grows. If he stops it short the first time it is still a ten second delay, if he does it again, it’s a twenty second delay, a third time thirty and so and so forth.
Usage per post is 5% of his total reitsu.
Sound Torture:
Benzaiten can create a single sound wave that travels at the same speed as a normal sound wave. When this wave hits a target, it sends an impulse up to the brain that makes it repeatedly play the Barney song in their head as if it was on a loud speaker beside them. The only way to stop this is to attack is to kill Benzaiten or to force him to reseal his sword. This ability costs 10% of his reitsu
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Shinigami Techniques
Hado
[5] Cross Shove: Creates a yellow X of energy and knocks back the enemy while dealing small cutting damage.
Incantation: Look upon all life and turn in terror, you murderous rodent! Hold true to your nature and stand your ground.
[31] Shot of Red Fire - Fires a ball of red energy at the target
*Incantation: Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, The sea barrier surges, March on to the south!*
[42] Sky Lance- Creates a cone of blue energy high above the fighters, before launching down at the target. As it hurtles down it will create a long tail, resembling a lance and travel at a speed about three times as fast as a bala.
Incantation: Noble knight of the endless sky, hurl your lance toward the ground and pierce those of vile nature.
Bakudo
[4] Crawling Rope - The user holds their hands togheter as they gather reiatsu for the attack, then as they are about to unleash it they separate their hands, yellow lightning like energy running inbetween them before they thrust their hands toward the target, sending the energy flying like a rope that if it hits the target will wrap itself around them and hold them in place. Anyone stronger than the user could easily break out of it if given a little time.
[38] Clutch - Similar to Restrain, only the arms are crossed behind the back and are tugged up by the wrists. If not powerful enough to resist this tugging, the arms will be popped out of joint. Anyone of the same class as the caster can easily break out of it and anyone lower can break it after some time.
Incantation: Cry you unsufferable rogue and feel your arms lock into place! Pull back and shriek in pain as they leave your body! Clutch!
[43] Hibiki heya: (Lit Echo Chamber)-
Essentially the opposite of Mirror Door, creating a barrier that is easy to destory on the outside rather than the inside. However, this barrier is set up to increase the echo effect of everything inside of it. Making every little sound inside of the box deafening. Costs the same as a level fourty kido.
Incantation: Behold! The Cage in which no sound ever escapes! Hear the voice of ten thousand demons and claw at your ears in terror!
[54] Manic Interruption: Creates a medium sized kido barrier directly in front of an attacker, three to four feet tall and two to three feet wide, the barrier when struck creates a mild shockwave that knocksback anyone in the area about three feet. This of course is determined by the class of the fighter.
Incantation: Insanity is thy might, hold thy ground and face thy fears, stop them dead and knock them back immenant destruction! Manic Interruption!
[66] Tsuin Arawaremasu Enchuu - (Lit Twin Emerging Pillars-)
Creates two wide pillars in front of the caster, which block any attack up to a Kido of 58 anything above will cause the pillars to shatter and collapse onto the caster. Being hit repeatedly by weaker level kidos weakens the pillars.
Incantation: Ye Gods of Blood and Iron, cast aside your burdens and burst forth from the ground!
Additional
Other Characters:
Jirku
Sojukin Asamoto
Roleplay Sample:
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!!!?"
The young shimigami screamed at Sojukin as he struck him for the thousandth time on the chest with his blade, again it seemed to have no effect further angering the young man as the arrancar before looked at him with pity, then spoke for the first time. It was unexpected and the young shimigami stopped his attack in sudden surprise, his zanpakuto still hanging in the air as he went to strike at him again.
"What is it you seek by fighting me shimigami? Are you so ignorant to see you are blind to the shear difference in power between us? You are second-rate and will soon become nothing more than a meal for me and join the multitude of souls already interwined in my long history of domaniance. I am being fair this one time, because you caught me in a moment of calm as a reflected on my previous life. Run while you still have this option, or your guts I will render from your body and burn the rest into a fine ash which will travel this world without end till the end of time."
"That will just give me an eternity to think of how to kill you when I am reborn."
Sojukin was taken aback by the young mans retort, did he think in any of his pathetic lives he would ever be a match for him? Was he just stupid or suicidal? He frowned as his brow furrowed a little, this kid had no respect for strength and must die. He was nothing more than a blemish on the face of the all powerful society that constructed the hierarcy of the spirit world. His energy lacked even enough force to puncture his hierro, so what hope did he have. Yet...there was a fire in his eyes, something that Sojukin remembered, a look that he once held. It was determination, a desire to prove those around him wrong and show the world that he could do what it said was impossible. He knew the look well, he had murdered plenty that had held that same fire in their eyes and he would murder many more, but he remembered it most as it was the same fire in his eyes, on the day he died.
"Your foolish and your feeling are completely useless and your determination will only end up getting you killed. However, I respect that to a degree, but it will not change things...you will still die here today for refusing to flee this area. I will honor your death, however by drawing my blade against you and not mauling you with my bare hands."
Sojukin slowly reached for his blade, reaching for the ornate hilt as he looked at the young shimigami again. He was a simple lout, dressed in the common shimigami robes, if his was a bit dusty and tattered from having done battle with him for almost half an hour now. He had a squad eleven insignia around his arm, which made sense, because only those people were dumb enough to try this. He sighed and kept examining, he was moderately handsome, or would be if not for the x shaped scar running from his left temple to his right cheek, then his right temple down to his lip. He was bald, but it was clear his head was shaved due to the small amounts of hair that were coming up out of the back of his neck. Sojukin looked more closely expecting it for a moment as his sword eased out of its sheathe, the blood red blade signalling the shimigami's death. The man's hair was black and his eyes were red it appeared. He shrugged, a bizarre trait red eyes, but it didn't matter, those eyes would soon dull and there would be nothing left of him to admire, expect maybe his courage.
"This facade of a battle is over, die with grace or flee with your life."
Sojukin said his voice booming over the hills as his blade exited his sheathe and he used sonido to close the gap between them. He was instantly upon the shimigami, leaving him with no time to react as he plunged his zanpakuto through his gullet. The blood that seeped out of his body perfectly matching the color of his sword, making it seem as it his blood was flowing down in a large arch that it should be. Sojukin had closed his eyes as he shoved his blade in a little further, then looked down. The young man was bleeding from his mouth, but he had not given in yet, he was clinging to life by the thinest of lines and would most likely die very soon if he didn't receive healing immediately. He began to speak and gripped at Sojukin's hand. How could one person possess so much will, that on the brink of death he would push himself further into his grave by trying to force himself up by means of gripping his assaliant?
"I...wi...will, not...d...d...die" His words were cut off, by an upheaval of blood, which landing splattering against Sojukin's robe. "th...this way....Yo...You...hav...haven't...bested me.....I...will...win....."
There was silence for a moment as he stared down at the young shimigami. He was clinging for dear life, yet he was still claiming he could win. How foolish, he was beaten and he had no hope of ever achieveing victory. Destiny had already decreed he would die today and that he would never be anything more than a peeble in his path, a insigificant part of his life that would only serve to remember his foolish nature from the past. The light began to fade from the shimigami's eyes and Sojukin pulled his blade out of him, holding him up in the air just long enough to wipe the blood off of his blade on his robes before dropping him to the ground.
"I don't care if your alive or dead...If your alive you will soon be dead or maybe not. It matters not, you will never amount to anything and the fangs that bear toward me will never pierce the armor which I bear. If you live take it as fates way of giving you a second chance for making a foolish mistake. Now I must bid you adu."
Sojukin however, stood there looking down at the shimigami's body wondering silently, what gave him that much courage and determination and what had given it to him so long ago.
"What are you doing here in the Real world, hollow?"
Sojukin was already picking up the shimigami's spiritual pressure before he exited the senkaimon, he was pleasantly surprised to find someone with that much power coming out to meet him. He turned slowly on his heel, to meet eyes with him, there was the same fire and he noticed he was of the same squad as the man he had just slaughtered. Sojukin brushed the blood on his jacket slowly away, showing that to be the only stain on it as they glared at each other. There was a long pause before he spoke while messing with one the black tips in his hair. His voice coming out as thoughtful and wondering, but with a cynical twist and sarcastic undertones.
"I was just enjoying the day, Hueco Mundo gets very dull. Its nothing but eternal night in a desert with no weather. Not even a cloud to watch go by. It is simply a shame for us hollows, to have nothing to do, but fight eternally under the moon of Hueco Mundo."
Unless this man was completely stupid there was noway he was going to buy that dumb little story. Sojukin blinked once, then stopped playing with his hair ready to give the real reason he had come to this area. His body tensed a little knowing that combat would soon come about and he had no idea what abilities this man possessed. He was sure he was at the captain's level though and that would mean this fight wasn't going to be easy, but it would be enjoyable. Like everyone else that had ever stood in his way, this one would fall as well. He was confident in that, for he had only failed once in his life and that was the day he died and his rebirth began.
"This is the spot I died 1462 years ago, I come here every so often to reflect on my death and reconstruct it so I may see how I might have survived the conflict. In the past century I have yet to find a solution. I will keep visiting this spot until I do and noone is going to stop me. Not you, not that miserble little punk who couldn't even cut me, not even the Horrors will keep me from coming here!"
Sojukin grabbed his blade, lowering his right shoulder down and spreading his legs into a samurai quick draw stance, waiting for Saru to come to him. When he did he would draw rapidly and make an upward slice with both hands, before using sonido to make another gap between them.
Sojukin looked at the Captain with little interest as he neared him. Ok, theres no way this guy could be a Captain if he is this slow, then he began to think, he trying to fool me. He blinked just before the man flashed stepped and clicked his tongue letting the sonar go out. He was rewarded with a click bouncing back from behind him and used sonido to move his body just out of the way smiling at the Captain as he extended his hand out toward him.
“SURPRISE THIS! FUEGO DE DIABLILLO!”
The fireball rushed forth into Sojukin’s hand as the Captain’s sword moved threw the space where his body just was. At this range he would push it out, to ensure a hit and smiled as the green ball of fire finished constructing itself at the end of the thought. He grinned, then shoved the ball forward, launching it at five times the speed of cero. He grinned and in the split second it left his hand used sonido to leave the blast radius of the attack, finding himself hovering over a forest and thought perfect, I can use this area to my advantage later. He smiled a little and waved at the Captain who would either be putting out the flames on his clothing now or found a way to avoid his attack. Either way, he always did enjoy taunting his opponents.
“By the way, I’m Sojukin Asamoto, Tres Espada…who are you? You are obviously a Captain to move at the speed you just did.”
Sojukin looked up and held up his hand as the man began his flash step. He yawned slightly bored with the tactic he had just used on him a moment before. What made him think if it didn’t work the first time it would work a second time under the same conditions? He sighed, such was his way of life, dealing with one pitiful idiot after another, each no different from the last. He looked up as the dark cubes collided together and formed a single black wall, after uttering the command; Barrera Oscuro. He always enjoyed the resounding ping that came after someone struck it. It filled his ears with a small sense of joy knowing that a sound so beautiful could come from something hideous. He grinned up at Saru.
“Well very nice to meet you Saru, but I’m afraid its time for you to die, but before you die, let me introduce you to my sword. Sword!”
Sojukin pushed up against the bo staff that Saru had produced, shoving it upward as he thrusted his own blade toward Saru’s left hip on purpose. It was meant as a warning to Saru, that this was his last chance to flee before he would get serious. The blade was glinting with its red blade and black lining running through it. In the light Saru could see just how ornate the blade was and how the red blade seemed to radiate with some separate energy than Sojukin as if it was being lead by four hands instead of just one. The smile grew wider on Sojukin’s face as he felt the blade whistle through the air speeding toward its target and the back draft ruffled his jacket. He was feeling that same exhilaration that he was way back when, though he did not fear death as he did before.
“MEET SARU!”
