Post by Wanzer on Feb 9, 2010 22:52:33 GMT -4
Shinigami
Name:Makkuro Shiboo
Gender: Male
Age: 375
Division: Division 3
Rank:Captain
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General Info
Name:Makkuro Shiboo
Gender: Male
Age: 375
Division: Division 3
Rank:Captain
Physical Description:
“He who conforms to conventional means will surely die at the coming of the new age” – Makkuro Shiboo
Makkuro stands at six foot flat and weighs about a hundred ninety pounds. Makkuro while tall is not that physically daunting in comparison to other captains or even other members of the soul society. His body is very clean cut, not full of muscles nor fat, he appears almost like a normal man on the streets; his arms have signs of muscle tone, while his stomach appears as a board. Makkuro isn’t what many females would call attractive, though not unattractive either. He appears almost like a country bumpkin with stress line around his forehead and eyes and hands that bear the marks of long hard field work, as well as calluses around his knuckles and palms. His eyes are a shade of hazel, near caramel color while his hair is kept buzzed low, but it appears to be salt and pepper colored. Makkuro has two tattoos one between his shoulder blades and another around his sides. The first tattoo is a sword with wings sprouting out of the hilt and a crown hovering over the pummel, the blade itself is blood soaked and dripping, while the crown shines lustrously over it in gold and red. The wings are black and bits of bone are showing through them. The other tattoos are tribal tattoos that look almost like primitive gun holsters.
His attire is generally a bit more…western than the rest of his companions. His clothing tends to reflect French tastes such as frills around the opening of his sleeves. His shirt is the normal shinigami color with tighter vest like look. The lower half is the normal black hakami with a white sash and tabi. Makkuro normally keeps his squad’s symbol wrapped around his right arm. His squad symbol is unique however as he hand carved it out of ebony wood and used Cyprus wood to make his squad’s flower. He keeps a small chain of silver coins laced to his sash, each with a descending number in years from 2000 to 2010. The final placement makes a small line of coins around the sash heading towards his back.
Personality:
“Gallants and Knights are things of the past, but Chivalry and honor should never fade.” – Makkuro Shiboo
Despite his rather intimidating name, Makkuro Shiboo is one of the kindest and gentlest men that anyone has ever met. Many of the people who serve under him refer to him simply as ‘soyokaze’ or the breeze because of his calm demeanor and gentle speech. Shiboo has no desire to usurp or overtake his follow shinigami to improve his position; he would rather simply invite them to his quarters and speak with over cups of green tea and sweets. His gentle nature evolved over the years in the soul society when his adopted family who was mostly French guided him along teaching him about how a good deed never goes without a consequence; however one consequence would always be the warm glow in his heart after it was done. Shiboo has dedicated his life to serving the members of the seireiti to feel this warm glow and his personal motto is at least twenty good deeds a day.
Makkuro is also extremely dedicated to the Captain-Commander. He does this out of respect for the position rather than whoever holds it and has such a degree of servitude that many claim he is just being a kiss ass. This is not the case and he just wishes to show respect. He shows nearly the same respect to all the other captains as well, though it is not quite as high. One of his greatest wishes is that one day all of them will put aside any squabbles amongst the squads and have a more unified Seireiti. He has conceded that this may never happen with in his lifetime, but he has not given up hope and still tries valiantly to stop any in fighting amongst them. He also serves as peacekeeper at many meetings and as the mediator between lesser fights around the Seireiti.
Makkuro takes his job as a Gate Guard seriously in the highest sense of the word. When he isn’t mediating, in a meeting or doing things that are required to live, he is watching diligently from his post. The only other thing he ever does in his free time is gardening; he especially enjoys planting fruit trees in the barracks; Persimmon trees are amongst his favorite along with lemons and limes. Makkuro has a taste for sour and bitter things over sweet and salty due to a birth defect which reversed his taste buds, had his family not been vigilant he would have died very early on. Despite this fact, Makkuro still intakes very nutritious foods, though he has a horde of sour candies hidden underneath the floor of his sleeping quarters. This is his only vice in life; however he gets extremely pissed off any time someone tries to sneak some of his candies. He honestly would share if people would just ask.
Makkuro lives by a code of honor which admires obedience, diligence, respect and courage over all other things. This is why Makkuro is a legend on the battlefield, he fights like every man on the fields life rests in his hands and while he abhors killing; he will not falter in the face of battle to strike down his opponent should it be necessary. He refuses to kill an opponent if he doesn’t have to, Hollows he mainly delivers to the research and development squad when he happens to encounter them and sends anything else to the prisons for holding. He learned all of these traits from his adoptive family in the Rukongai.
Prone to smiling, Makkuro has a cheery demeanor and pleasant attitude. Most people enjoy being around him and even in the academy he was smiled upon by instructors and students alike…though some mocked him for his foreign tastes, even though he still enjoyed the traditional Japanese cuisine. He never held it against any of them as he knew his ways were foreign to them. He simply would smile and invite them to try it someday. He still exhibits these traits in combat to a degree, if he sees that the target he has been sent after is a serious threat and danger to the area he will go after at full force, if however he sees little danger in the target at the moment of meeting, he will attempt to convince the target to forfeit and join him for some Tea. Makkuro has sworn off all alcohol and other worldly vices, he himself is a chaste man who becomes easily drunk even off the vapors of alcohol and violently ill in the presence of cigarette smoke.
Aside from his current views on the Shinigami, Makkuro hasn’t really been able to form much of an opinion of the other races aside from Humans or Hollows. He in fact has never met a Bount or a Quincy or anyone of the NOW. He simply has heard of them and has promised himself not to be swayed against the races until he discovers more on his own. The humans he sees as sheep that need protecting and he is their shepherd ready to keep the wolves, the hollows, at bay with the point of his sword if he must. He knows however that they are simply hollows doing what they were designed to do, just as he is a shinigami and its his job to hunt down the vicious creatures. The Arrancar he feels are nothing more than very powerful hollows and are larval state Vastos. He feels that they are extremely dangerous, but not quite outside of the realm of reason. An Arrancar is to be treated with respect in his book and to be approached with an open mind and a careful eye on every angle.
Out of all the squads Makkuro has the most respect for Squad four as they have the thankless job of maintaining the Seireiti, while also being the most picked on members. The Fourth Squad to him exemplifies all of his merits and are most due respect, that’s why he demands that members below him pay respects to squad four members whenever they see them. It is the only rule he forces upon his squad. He holds squad nine and eleven in the most contempt, but he forgives squad eleven members more often than he does the members of Nine. He finds squad nine to be overly vicious and indiscrete with their tortures, he sees no need for the excessive pain forced upon their victims and knows that truth serums have been developed.
Overall Makkuro is a gentle man, following the codes of chivalry and respect for his peers. He never speaks of someone in ill context unless he is facing them and even then he puts on airs to discourage conflict.
History:
“To be reborn with no memory is a blessing, it means I no longer have to regret any sins I may have committed in a past life and move forward to better myself today.” –Makkuro Shiboo
A dim haze penetrates the veil of perception and carves out a world around me, shapes are broken and dim, little more than rocks piled on top of one another. As if some clumsy giant had thrown them here and there and had forgotten to gather them when finished; a new sensation filled his mind, he felt a tug at his leg. A sharper tug stretching out the muscle fibers beneath is leg making it taunt like a bow string, before it was released. Slowly his focus returning as the world turned into stick figures with blobs, then as though he was looking through a bottle of water. It snapped straight and he looked up, he shivered and realized he was cold. A blanket was over him and when his focus went back to the source of the tugging, three people where around him and a child was tugging on his leg. “Where…am…I?” The boy said as he held his head, he appeared to be only seven with black hair and hazel eyes. He looked scrawny, malnourished and on his death bed. The woman looked at him and slowly handed him and thick stew. The smell drove him mad and he took it shaking and began to eat ravenously. Carrots, beef, onion, celery, tomatoes, chicken and beans all slid down his throat with spicy chicken broth warming his body as he gorged himself from the deep bowl. It was succulent and delicious and made his stomach nearly dance for joy. The woman and child however recoiled in disgust at the sight and the boy looked up and spoke.
“Thank you for the stew…I am sorry you had to take care of me…where am I…what is this place and how did I get here?” The boy asked in an innocent tone as he looked around the shabby straw house with little ceremony as if it was just some other place to explore. The man spoke next and tried to explain as best he could.
“Well, this is our home and now yours…you see your in the Seireiti…a place where souls gather and commute. You were a new soul and we found you passed out on the street, probably just arrived. Welcome to our family.” The sentence was constructed painstakingly, the man was obviously not Japanese and his appearance did little to teach the boy that he wasn’t. The man’s eyes were round and he had a big bushy mustache that made handlebars on his face. The woman was a blonde with green eyes and the boy had a pudgy round face and round eyes that stared. “We welcome you into this family as that is custom in the Seireiti to take in new souls and care for them.”
“Oh…ok, well then father my name is Makkuro Shiboo…and that’s all I remember aside from I was originally from Japan.” Makkuro said smiling as he moved himself slowly off the mattress and hoped down as he looked up at the two older ones. “Umm…please teach me…is all I can say, I know nothing anymore of the past aside from a few little events, but I am willing to learn!” The other boy looked at him and whispered “Kiss ass, under his breath as he sat back down on the mattress.
“John that language is not called for!” The woman said quickly, though Makkuro had already started referring to her as mother. He stared up at his new family and thought how odd they all were as he looked around and touched each wall getting a feel for the small hut.
“But…Mom! Why do I have to have a brother, why couldn’t some other family have adopted him? I mean its not like they’d let him rot here in the Second District of the North!”
“Second District?” Makkuro asked curiously as he looked back at John, his curious nature wanting to be sated.
“What are you stupid? The Rukongai is separated into 4 sections, North, South, West and East. Each section is separated into eighty districts from 1 to 80. The distracts as the number gets higher get more dangerous, with one being the safest and eighty being a bad place you never want to go to.”
“Ok thank you.” Makkuro said, leaving the smug look on John’s face turning into a sour grimace at losing his chance to insult Makkuro. The mother chided John for a moment, while the father took Makkuro’s shoulder.
“Come let me take you for a walk so you can stretch your legs. There will be many days where you and John can have your chats, but for now I should teach you about the outside world.” His father said as he was silently lead out of the hut and through the busy streets of the Rukongai and out to a high hill top where Makkuro could over look the entire Seireiti and the Rukongai. “This is my special place Makkuro, its where I come when it all becomes tough. Here I can look down upon all these people and realize I am just part of a whole and I am here to make that whole more perfect. We are all here to do that, though many people don’t see it. Even the common thief serves to make the whole more perfect. They do the job given and though suffering may ensue, they provide for themselves and give the guards a reason to exist. The real reason, I brought you up here is to show you the Seireiti. Its all those white towers you see inside those high walls.” Makkuro looked at it in awe and smiled.
“I wanna live there one day Papa!” Makkuro was an innocent and had accepted his new life quickly as he had no old one to turn back to. He looked over it and then the man looked down with him and pointed at dot in the area. Makkuro could just barely make out the forms of men and women in black uniforms walking too and fro.
“You see those are the only people that are allowed to enter the Seireiti, they are the Shinigami. They protect us and control us to an extent. They are like kings over us in the Rukongai and they have long since guarded us from hollows.”
“Whats a hollow?” Makkuro interrupted as he turned back to look at him, a young child in awe of so much new information, all of it fascinating.
“Well you see hollows are souls that aren’t purified by shinigami…or are incredibly evil souls who committed many crimes when they were alive. You see hollows pray on us weak souls and try to devour us to become stronger. The Shinigami slay these hollows to protect us.”
“I wanna be a shinigami one day.” Makkuro said staring off at the Seireiti.
“I’m sure you’ll be a fine shinigami one day.” The man said and put Makkuro up on his shoulders taking him back to their home.
Welcome to The Academy.
“Education is the greatest gift any man can give another, especially when you teach someone how to protect what they love.” –Makkuro Shiboo
Makkuro woke up one night in the middle of June, the hot air around him making sweat drip off his now lithe frame. He was healthier now and had been raised on stories of King Arthur and his Knights, on Paramours and lovers, on Merlin and the deeds of knights of yore. He wiped his brow slowly [as he looked out his window and across the streets to the baker’s home. Loaves of bread were outside on his window sill cooling in the night air to be sold in the morning. The baker did all his business at Night and in the wee hours of the morning using the day as his time for sleeping. His habits were said to be founded on his belief that a little morning dew made his bread sweeter. Makkuro looked over to it, the bread looked warm and delicious, but he ignored it even though his stomach growled. The night before, he had the most vivid dream, a glowing horse approached with a sharp horn protruding from its head. The air around the horse tingled with energy and it became hard to breathe in its presence. He heard it speak to him, claimed him to be of noble birth and thrust its horn skyward and spread its legs into the air flailing as it cried. I am…! Makkuro could not remember the majestic beasts name only the awe in which it filled him.
“Makkuro! Ahh your awake!” The baker cried from across the street. “Come have some bread, I added sugar in it yesterday…is so rare I have excess to do such.” Makkuro smiled at the wizened man before him, who hobbled about on a cane. His sleek twelve year old body slipped from the bed and through the open window into the street. He smiled as the old man offered him a little bread and nibbled on it conservatively.
“Its delicious Sir…thank you so much!” Makkuro said smiling and felt strange suddenly, like a heavy weight had been taken off his stomach as his stomach growled again. The old man looked up at Makkuro, his eyes opening a little wider.
“Whats wrong boyo?”
“I’m sorry I don’t know it suddenly feels like my stomach is empty…and needs to be filled. I guess I’m hungry?” The old man slowly leaned forward on his creaky bones and handed an entire loaf to Makkuro.
“Take this and remember my kindness in the future.” The old man said, then thought “My young Shinigami.” Makkuro smiled and said he will, but did not know what the old man meant as he went back into the house and placed the loaf of bread on the counter beside his mother, who looked at it strangely.
“Did you steal this?”
“No mother, old man baker gave it to me…I woke up after an amazing dream and he called me to try some of his bread…then my stomach growled and he asked what was wrong. I told him I must just be hungry, then he gave me the loaf and told me to remember the kindness…what did he mean?” The innocent asked on his tip toes, smiling as he rocked back and forth. The mother dropped her knife into the sink at the tale and looked wide eyed at the little boy.
“Makkuro, Spirits don’t get hungry!...”
“But Shinigami do…” The father said stepping out from his room as he looked down at Makkuro. “The boy has never lied to us, so it can be confirmed that he has the makings of a shinigami. Makkuro your dream is coming true…your going to be one of them!” Makkuro smiled and started jumping up and down grinning.
“Really it is? When can I go, can I go right now?” Makkuro said so giddy, he was forgetting his parents’ feelings.
“Yes, we should take you right now so they can examine you further.” The father said smiling at his wife, who was covering her mouth and trying not to cry.
“Don’t cry mommy I promise to visit when I can!” Makkuro didn’t understand that becoming a Shinigami, meant very little time away from the academy and how empty his words could have been. She smiled and wiped away her tears and pushed him out the door a little with his father, just as John walked in and exclaimed.
“About time that loser was gone!” All he received was a sharp slap from his mother.
Meanwhile Makkuro was walking down the Rukongai roads toward the Seireiti. When they reached the edge of the Rukongai, two shinigami stopped them and asked what business did they have in this area.
“My boy here is showing signs of spiritual power…I was just leaving him to be examined and possibly accepted into the ranks of the Academy.” The Father said to them detached.
“Very well then, the boy will come with us…you go back home and we will contact you should he not be accepted.” The shinigami turned around and walked off with Makkuro as his father stood there waving good-bye. Makkuro waved back for a moment, then turned around and walked with bright eyes toward his future.
“Go forth into the Unknown, what awaits can be either ill or blessed, but you’ll come out with a greater understanding of yourself.” –Makkuro Shiboo.
Makkuro’s trip into the Seireiti took only about twenty minutes and another ten to get to the Academy where a line of proctors were already waiting to analyze the child. He stood before them, smiling and greeted them all pleasantly to switch they simply shrugged off and asked him to sit in a special chair. Makkuro sat down easily and looked up at them, when he noticed something strange. His body was letting off a light haze of lime green. He looked around him and smiled as he looked down at his hands and saw it was coming out of there too, he was in awe by it and stood up. The proctors gasped as the haze continued to glow even after he had stood and then sparked and ignited for a moment as Makkuro giggled and looked around him. He became light headed however and fainted after expending so much energy.
The darkeness is penetrated by a small shaft of light directly to the right of Makkuro. He rubs his eyes confused about his location and realized his head is in sharp pain.
“Finally you awake, my young friend. You’ve been out cold for a few hours, but the council instructed me to tell you, you’ve been accepted into the academy!” Makkuro’s face lit up and he flung himself hugging the female doctor that had told him this news, before he stood up and pulled on the Academy robes that were laying beside him, not even bothering to wait for her to leave. She cringed and covered her eyes, shouting pervert, but he had never heard the word before and did not understand what she meant. He simply finished dressing, then headed off for the academy. He stopped along the way to stop and look at the variety of fauna around the grounds and to smell them for a moment to take it all in, just as the first days of classes began.
“Ten Thousand Butterflies fill the air, their dance is our call to battle and with each flutter of their wings, our blades will crash against the wind.”- Makkuro Shiboo
Day of Reckoning-Collapse
Makkuro Shiboo was now eighteen and he had entered his final year of the academy. He is proud of the fact that he has lasted this long and very grateful for even the chance to be here. Though Makkuro made many friends over the course of his time in the Academy most graduated years before him, having discovered their Shikais or had simply graduated after their senior years and were adopted into other court squads. Makkuro at times felt lonely because of this, but ignored it as his studies had become rigorous to say the least. His aptitude in Kido was killing him lately especially with the high level kidos now being taught to him it was a struggle to keep up. His instructors in Swordsmanship and Zanjitsu often said he was far too defensive in his attack patterns and would never fell a hollow if he continued to be so timid. Makkuro felt like he was a disappointment to all of his senseis and trained even harder to master everything he could, but it seemed like everything he did was never enough for him to move forward. He sighed as he looked up from his books after another fruitless sparring session with his instructor. He was again told he was too defensive and needed to learn to strike back and first as the man who strikes fastest is often the victor. Makkuro would disagree with this, but it is what his instructors wanted so he did his best to please them. As he sat in the sunlight that day books sprawled out before him on the grass on a blanket he has bought a while back. He sipped his tea as he browsed through the numerous hado and bakido spells in front of him. "Hey Makkuro!," Another student called out to him as they held out another kido book and waved at him. "Hey we need some help over here! We need a fourth to do this kido we found!" Makkuro looked at them and didn't know that there was such a thing as a group kido. He noticed that there was a rune in front of them and sighed deciding to see what it would do. "So where did you guys get this spell?"
"We found it in a dusty book in the library, it was crammed behind some other kido books."
"Ok...well maybe doing this isn't such a great idea?" Makkuro said as he looked at them all. They had all been present on his last mission into the real world, where they had nearly been slaughtered by a gillian class hollow. He sighed and looked at them all worried. "Your doing this to try and get stronger aren't you?" They nodded and he simply agreed with them and began reading off the incantation.
“Well Spring of Knowledge, Fields of Filth and Agony pick for me your worthiest and send him to my aid. Yobidashimasu!” Just as Makkuro began channeling his mind became focused on that particularly nasty hollow that he and several other students had met a few weeks ago, it still haunted their dreams and they had barely enough strength to repel the beast when he appeared. He was an hollow nearing the Menos Grande state, he was a large lumbering beast and looked more like a golem than anything else. That’s when the air shifted and Makkuro looked up and saw it, the cracks…the tale tell signs of a hollow appearing. He stepped back and lifted drew his sword when the space before him shattered and collapsed creating an empty space and the hollow stepped out. Makkuro looked at it with total free in his eyes and ran just as its evil laugh echoed out across soul society and it broke down the gate making it’s way into the Rukongai. Makkuro looked back and knew the beast was heading toward what was once his home. He shivered and picked up his blade, he couldn’t wait he had to protect them from his mistake and rushed through the hole forged by the beast just as the alarms began to sound through out soul society. He turned his head for one last look and two of the others students had fallen to the ground covered with hurrendous marks on their body and the third was desperately trying heal them. The monster had been the size of one of the smaller house in the rukongai, but it was obliterating everything in its path. Makkuro couldn't believe it as he gave chase.
Makkuro gulped as he looked across the landscape of district one, everything was in shambles and people laid dead in the street. His tears followed down his face as he looked toward the back of the monster, who had just entered district two and was beginning to do the same to the area. Makkuro lunged at the monster’s back, his body quaking in his rage as he struck at its back and could only watch in horror as his blade shattered against the beasts back and he was thrown away with only a simple backhand. Makkuro coughed and could barely move as he watched the monster crash through the town and he could only witness him devour citizen after citizen. Makkuro’s body went into a cold sweat as he forced himself up and cried in pain from three broken ribs. He hacked up some blood and hobbled over on the sheathe of his sword toward the hollow he unwittingly summoned and saw that in its hand, it now held his father.
“FATHER!!!” He cried in horror as blood ran down his face and sprayed down his white hakama. His face locked in pain as his father merely smiled at him and said.
“I’m glad…I got to see you one last time.”
“FATHER NO!!” The beast did its gruesome work; crushing his father like a grape and consumed the remains, before turning down to the other citizens. Makkuro looked forward unable to speak as he heard the whispers in his ear and could feel a tug inside of him. The dream came to him, but this time more urgently. It cried use me…call my name and my strength could be yours…call my name, I will only make the call to be your vessel this once…My name is Daimyo Meuma. Makkuro took his blade in his hand and whispered the name and looked at the blade. “Is…that your name…are you allowing me to hear you now in my hour of greatest need? Even though we may die anyway?” The sword sent out a cool breeze to his hand as if confirming what he asked and he whispered back thank you as he screamed its name and the Adjechas turned to face him. Makkuro’s body glew faintly green as the broken katana turned into a rapier with a green blade and pure white heater shield. He looked at the shinigami and laughed and tossed one of the buildings at him. Makkuro looked inward and could feel the spirit guiding his hand and lending him it’s strength. Makkuro felt the air around his blade compress and glow with spirit energy, it nearly solidified when the house began to fall upon him. “Piston Tsukisasu!” He slashed the blade down and the gust of wind released slashed through the house cleaving it in half to fall harmlessly around Makkuro as he limped forward coughing. He looked at the hollow who had stopped in surprise from the sudden fierceness of his opponenet. Makkuro moved forward gripped the blade in both hands and let the air compress again, this time allowing the energy to fully solidify before stabbing the blade forward. “Piston Harau!” The rush of air traveled in a straight line like a stab and slammed into the Adjechas’s chest, it barely made a mark. The adjechas looked down and kicked Makkuro away leaving him rolling in the dust with his chest nearly crushed as he looked back and he fell unconscious.
“One life, One Sin, which in a single moment crushes your entire world. You spend the rest of your life trying to atone for that one mistake.” – Makkuro Shiboo…Final Quote.
Makkuro woke the next day in Squad Four’s hospital room with the captain of the squad tending to his wounds. He simply turned over unwilling to answer any of the questions that she asked and he simply asked where Daimyo Meuma was. She pointed down at his feet and he saw it and thanked her.
“You gave us quite a scare, but at least you can graduate now…We did some research and we’re sorry about your loss, but it will be alright. They can be reincarnated now that the hollow has been slain. You should rest now and get some sleep tomorrow the council will decide which squad you belong to.” Makkuro made no reply and simply drifted off to sleep and could only see his father’s face as he said he was glad to see him one last time. Makkuro awoke a few hours later to receive a meal, he ate it quietly not saying a word to the nurse who had come to check on him and moved to lean against the wall beside the window. He watched as the hell butterflies flew freely through the sky, then disappeared and he envied them. Sighing he laid back down and slept restlessly for the rest of the day and night. The next morning he dressed as a proper shinigami and after a long winded speech about duties and responsibilities and what becoming a court guard squad member meant, he was put into Squad Three over the watchful eye of several other squad members. His personal diary has no further entries past this point.
“Ahh come on that’s so lame!” One of the members of squad three said to the vice-captain as he read from his captain’s diary.
“Well…I don’t know what his past is otherwise, why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Ask me what?” Makkuro said standing in the doorway now in a white captain’s coat as he looked at them arms folded with a stern look on his face as he stanched his diary from them. “I should punish you all for this, but I won’t seeing as I haven’t been very honest all my life either. After that point I devoted myself to training everyday…at the time of my entry into Squad Three I was eighteen in spiritual years or its how old I thought I was. I’ve spent the last three hundred and fifty-seven years bettering the soul society and myself. Around my hundred and seventieth year I gained bankai and the former captain of Squad three is presumed dead in the Rukongai. Now please get out of my room…you can return in a few hours and have tea with me if you desire, but for now I need to use the can.” With that the members of Squad 3 fled as having a wind based zanpakuto user…Makkuro’s trips to the bathroom…could stink up all of Squad 3’s quarters.
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“He who conforms to conventional means will surely die at the coming of the new age” – Makkuro Shiboo
Makkuro stands at six foot flat and weighs about a hundred ninety pounds. Makkuro while tall is not that physically daunting in comparison to other captains or even other members of the soul society. His body is very clean cut, not full of muscles nor fat, he appears almost like a normal man on the streets; his arms have signs of muscle tone, while his stomach appears as a board. Makkuro isn’t what many females would call attractive, though not unattractive either. He appears almost like a country bumpkin with stress line around his forehead and eyes and hands that bear the marks of long hard field work, as well as calluses around his knuckles and palms. His eyes are a shade of hazel, near caramel color while his hair is kept buzzed low, but it appears to be salt and pepper colored. Makkuro has two tattoos one between his shoulder blades and another around his sides. The first tattoo is a sword with wings sprouting out of the hilt and a crown hovering over the pummel, the blade itself is blood soaked and dripping, while the crown shines lustrously over it in gold and red. The wings are black and bits of bone are showing through them. The other tattoos are tribal tattoos that look almost like primitive gun holsters.
His attire is generally a bit more…western than the rest of his companions. His clothing tends to reflect French tastes such as frills around the opening of his sleeves. His shirt is the normal shinigami color with tighter vest like look. The lower half is the normal black hakami with a white sash and tabi. Makkuro normally keeps his squad’s symbol wrapped around his right arm. His squad symbol is unique however as he hand carved it out of ebony wood and used Cyprus wood to make his squad’s flower. He keeps a small chain of silver coins laced to his sash, each with a descending number in years from 2000 to 2010. The final placement makes a small line of coins around the sash heading towards his back.
Personality:
“Gallants and Knights are things of the past, but Chivalry and honor should never fade.” – Makkuro Shiboo
Despite his rather intimidating name, Makkuro Shiboo is one of the kindest and gentlest men that anyone has ever met. Many of the people who serve under him refer to him simply as ‘soyokaze’ or the breeze because of his calm demeanor and gentle speech. Shiboo has no desire to usurp or overtake his follow shinigami to improve his position; he would rather simply invite them to his quarters and speak with over cups of green tea and sweets. His gentle nature evolved over the years in the soul society when his adopted family who was mostly French guided him along teaching him about how a good deed never goes without a consequence; however one consequence would always be the warm glow in his heart after it was done. Shiboo has dedicated his life to serving the members of the seireiti to feel this warm glow and his personal motto is at least twenty good deeds a day.
Makkuro is also extremely dedicated to the Captain-Commander. He does this out of respect for the position rather than whoever holds it and has such a degree of servitude that many claim he is just being a kiss ass. This is not the case and he just wishes to show respect. He shows nearly the same respect to all the other captains as well, though it is not quite as high. One of his greatest wishes is that one day all of them will put aside any squabbles amongst the squads and have a more unified Seireiti. He has conceded that this may never happen with in his lifetime, but he has not given up hope and still tries valiantly to stop any in fighting amongst them. He also serves as peacekeeper at many meetings and as the mediator between lesser fights around the Seireiti.
Makkuro takes his job as a Gate Guard seriously in the highest sense of the word. When he isn’t mediating, in a meeting or doing things that are required to live, he is watching diligently from his post. The only other thing he ever does in his free time is gardening; he especially enjoys planting fruit trees in the barracks; Persimmon trees are amongst his favorite along with lemons and limes. Makkuro has a taste for sour and bitter things over sweet and salty due to a birth defect which reversed his taste buds, had his family not been vigilant he would have died very early on. Despite this fact, Makkuro still intakes very nutritious foods, though he has a horde of sour candies hidden underneath the floor of his sleeping quarters. This is his only vice in life; however he gets extremely pissed off any time someone tries to sneak some of his candies. He honestly would share if people would just ask.
Makkuro lives by a code of honor which admires obedience, diligence, respect and courage over all other things. This is why Makkuro is a legend on the battlefield, he fights like every man on the fields life rests in his hands and while he abhors killing; he will not falter in the face of battle to strike down his opponent should it be necessary. He refuses to kill an opponent if he doesn’t have to, Hollows he mainly delivers to the research and development squad when he happens to encounter them and sends anything else to the prisons for holding. He learned all of these traits from his adoptive family in the Rukongai.
Prone to smiling, Makkuro has a cheery demeanor and pleasant attitude. Most people enjoy being around him and even in the academy he was smiled upon by instructors and students alike…though some mocked him for his foreign tastes, even though he still enjoyed the traditional Japanese cuisine. He never held it against any of them as he knew his ways were foreign to them. He simply would smile and invite them to try it someday. He still exhibits these traits in combat to a degree, if he sees that the target he has been sent after is a serious threat and danger to the area he will go after at full force, if however he sees little danger in the target at the moment of meeting, he will attempt to convince the target to forfeit and join him for some Tea. Makkuro has sworn off all alcohol and other worldly vices, he himself is a chaste man who becomes easily drunk even off the vapors of alcohol and violently ill in the presence of cigarette smoke.
Aside from his current views on the Shinigami, Makkuro hasn’t really been able to form much of an opinion of the other races aside from Humans or Hollows. He in fact has never met a Bount or a Quincy or anyone of the NOW. He simply has heard of them and has promised himself not to be swayed against the races until he discovers more on his own. The humans he sees as sheep that need protecting and he is their shepherd ready to keep the wolves, the hollows, at bay with the point of his sword if he must. He knows however that they are simply hollows doing what they were designed to do, just as he is a shinigami and its his job to hunt down the vicious creatures. The Arrancar he feels are nothing more than very powerful hollows and are larval state Vastos. He feels that they are extremely dangerous, but not quite outside of the realm of reason. An Arrancar is to be treated with respect in his book and to be approached with an open mind and a careful eye on every angle.
Out of all the squads Makkuro has the most respect for Squad four as they have the thankless job of maintaining the Seireiti, while also being the most picked on members. The Fourth Squad to him exemplifies all of his merits and are most due respect, that’s why he demands that members below him pay respects to squad four members whenever they see them. It is the only rule he forces upon his squad. He holds squad nine and eleven in the most contempt, but he forgives squad eleven members more often than he does the members of Nine. He finds squad nine to be overly vicious and indiscrete with their tortures, he sees no need for the excessive pain forced upon their victims and knows that truth serums have been developed.
Overall Makkuro is a gentle man, following the codes of chivalry and respect for his peers. He never speaks of someone in ill context unless he is facing them and even then he puts on airs to discourage conflict.
History:
“To be reborn with no memory is a blessing, it means I no longer have to regret any sins I may have committed in a past life and move forward to better myself today.” –Makkuro Shiboo
A dim haze penetrates the veil of perception and carves out a world around me, shapes are broken and dim, little more than rocks piled on top of one another. As if some clumsy giant had thrown them here and there and had forgotten to gather them when finished; a new sensation filled his mind, he felt a tug at his leg. A sharper tug stretching out the muscle fibers beneath is leg making it taunt like a bow string, before it was released. Slowly his focus returning as the world turned into stick figures with blobs, then as though he was looking through a bottle of water. It snapped straight and he looked up, he shivered and realized he was cold. A blanket was over him and when his focus went back to the source of the tugging, three people where around him and a child was tugging on his leg. “Where…am…I?” The boy said as he held his head, he appeared to be only seven with black hair and hazel eyes. He looked scrawny, malnourished and on his death bed. The woman looked at him and slowly handed him and thick stew. The smell drove him mad and he took it shaking and began to eat ravenously. Carrots, beef, onion, celery, tomatoes, chicken and beans all slid down his throat with spicy chicken broth warming his body as he gorged himself from the deep bowl. It was succulent and delicious and made his stomach nearly dance for joy. The woman and child however recoiled in disgust at the sight and the boy looked up and spoke.
“Thank you for the stew…I am sorry you had to take care of me…where am I…what is this place and how did I get here?” The boy asked in an innocent tone as he looked around the shabby straw house with little ceremony as if it was just some other place to explore. The man spoke next and tried to explain as best he could.
“Well, this is our home and now yours…you see your in the Seireiti…a place where souls gather and commute. You were a new soul and we found you passed out on the street, probably just arrived. Welcome to our family.” The sentence was constructed painstakingly, the man was obviously not Japanese and his appearance did little to teach the boy that he wasn’t. The man’s eyes were round and he had a big bushy mustache that made handlebars on his face. The woman was a blonde with green eyes and the boy had a pudgy round face and round eyes that stared. “We welcome you into this family as that is custom in the Seireiti to take in new souls and care for them.”
“Oh…ok, well then father my name is Makkuro Shiboo…and that’s all I remember aside from I was originally from Japan.” Makkuro said smiling as he moved himself slowly off the mattress and hoped down as he looked up at the two older ones. “Umm…please teach me…is all I can say, I know nothing anymore of the past aside from a few little events, but I am willing to learn!” The other boy looked at him and whispered “Kiss ass, under his breath as he sat back down on the mattress.
“John that language is not called for!” The woman said quickly, though Makkuro had already started referring to her as mother. He stared up at his new family and thought how odd they all were as he looked around and touched each wall getting a feel for the small hut.
“But…Mom! Why do I have to have a brother, why couldn’t some other family have adopted him? I mean its not like they’d let him rot here in the Second District of the North!”
“Second District?” Makkuro asked curiously as he looked back at John, his curious nature wanting to be sated.
“What are you stupid? The Rukongai is separated into 4 sections, North, South, West and East. Each section is separated into eighty districts from 1 to 80. The distracts as the number gets higher get more dangerous, with one being the safest and eighty being a bad place you never want to go to.”
“Ok thank you.” Makkuro said, leaving the smug look on John’s face turning into a sour grimace at losing his chance to insult Makkuro. The mother chided John for a moment, while the father took Makkuro’s shoulder.
“Come let me take you for a walk so you can stretch your legs. There will be many days where you and John can have your chats, but for now I should teach you about the outside world.” His father said as he was silently lead out of the hut and through the busy streets of the Rukongai and out to a high hill top where Makkuro could over look the entire Seireiti and the Rukongai. “This is my special place Makkuro, its where I come when it all becomes tough. Here I can look down upon all these people and realize I am just part of a whole and I am here to make that whole more perfect. We are all here to do that, though many people don’t see it. Even the common thief serves to make the whole more perfect. They do the job given and though suffering may ensue, they provide for themselves and give the guards a reason to exist. The real reason, I brought you up here is to show you the Seireiti. Its all those white towers you see inside those high walls.” Makkuro looked at it in awe and smiled.
“I wanna live there one day Papa!” Makkuro was an innocent and had accepted his new life quickly as he had no old one to turn back to. He looked over it and then the man looked down with him and pointed at dot in the area. Makkuro could just barely make out the forms of men and women in black uniforms walking too and fro.
“You see those are the only people that are allowed to enter the Seireiti, they are the Shinigami. They protect us and control us to an extent. They are like kings over us in the Rukongai and they have long since guarded us from hollows.”
“Whats a hollow?” Makkuro interrupted as he turned back to look at him, a young child in awe of so much new information, all of it fascinating.
“Well you see hollows are souls that aren’t purified by shinigami…or are incredibly evil souls who committed many crimes when they were alive. You see hollows pray on us weak souls and try to devour us to become stronger. The Shinigami slay these hollows to protect us.”
“I wanna be a shinigami one day.” Makkuro said staring off at the Seireiti.
“I’m sure you’ll be a fine shinigami one day.” The man said and put Makkuro up on his shoulders taking him back to their home.
Welcome to The Academy.
“Education is the greatest gift any man can give another, especially when you teach someone how to protect what they love.” –Makkuro Shiboo
Makkuro woke up one night in the middle of June, the hot air around him making sweat drip off his now lithe frame. He was healthier now and had been raised on stories of King Arthur and his Knights, on Paramours and lovers, on Merlin and the deeds of knights of yore. He wiped his brow slowly [as he looked out his window and across the streets to the baker’s home. Loaves of bread were outside on his window sill cooling in the night air to be sold in the morning. The baker did all his business at Night and in the wee hours of the morning using the day as his time for sleeping. His habits were said to be founded on his belief that a little morning dew made his bread sweeter. Makkuro looked over to it, the bread looked warm and delicious, but he ignored it even though his stomach growled. The night before, he had the most vivid dream, a glowing horse approached with a sharp horn protruding from its head. The air around the horse tingled with energy and it became hard to breathe in its presence. He heard it speak to him, claimed him to be of noble birth and thrust its horn skyward and spread its legs into the air flailing as it cried. I am…! Makkuro could not remember the majestic beasts name only the awe in which it filled him.
“Makkuro! Ahh your awake!” The baker cried from across the street. “Come have some bread, I added sugar in it yesterday…is so rare I have excess to do such.” Makkuro smiled at the wizened man before him, who hobbled about on a cane. His sleek twelve year old body slipped from the bed and through the open window into the street. He smiled as the old man offered him a little bread and nibbled on it conservatively.
“Its delicious Sir…thank you so much!” Makkuro said smiling and felt strange suddenly, like a heavy weight had been taken off his stomach as his stomach growled again. The old man looked up at Makkuro, his eyes opening a little wider.
“Whats wrong boyo?”
“I’m sorry I don’t know it suddenly feels like my stomach is empty…and needs to be filled. I guess I’m hungry?” The old man slowly leaned forward on his creaky bones and handed an entire loaf to Makkuro.
“Take this and remember my kindness in the future.” The old man said, then thought “My young Shinigami.” Makkuro smiled and said he will, but did not know what the old man meant as he went back into the house and placed the loaf of bread on the counter beside his mother, who looked at it strangely.
“Did you steal this?”
“No mother, old man baker gave it to me…I woke up after an amazing dream and he called me to try some of his bread…then my stomach growled and he asked what was wrong. I told him I must just be hungry, then he gave me the loaf and told me to remember the kindness…what did he mean?” The innocent asked on his tip toes, smiling as he rocked back and forth. The mother dropped her knife into the sink at the tale and looked wide eyed at the little boy.
“Makkuro, Spirits don’t get hungry!...”
“But Shinigami do…” The father said stepping out from his room as he looked down at Makkuro. “The boy has never lied to us, so it can be confirmed that he has the makings of a shinigami. Makkuro your dream is coming true…your going to be one of them!” Makkuro smiled and started jumping up and down grinning.
“Really it is? When can I go, can I go right now?” Makkuro said so giddy, he was forgetting his parents’ feelings.
“Yes, we should take you right now so they can examine you further.” The father said smiling at his wife, who was covering her mouth and trying not to cry.
“Don’t cry mommy I promise to visit when I can!” Makkuro didn’t understand that becoming a Shinigami, meant very little time away from the academy and how empty his words could have been. She smiled and wiped away her tears and pushed him out the door a little with his father, just as John walked in and exclaimed.
“About time that loser was gone!” All he received was a sharp slap from his mother.
Meanwhile Makkuro was walking down the Rukongai roads toward the Seireiti. When they reached the edge of the Rukongai, two shinigami stopped them and asked what business did they have in this area.
“My boy here is showing signs of spiritual power…I was just leaving him to be examined and possibly accepted into the ranks of the Academy.” The Father said to them detached.
“Very well then, the boy will come with us…you go back home and we will contact you should he not be accepted.” The shinigami turned around and walked off with Makkuro as his father stood there waving good-bye. Makkuro waved back for a moment, then turned around and walked with bright eyes toward his future.
“Go forth into the Unknown, what awaits can be either ill or blessed, but you’ll come out with a greater understanding of yourself.” –Makkuro Shiboo.
Makkuro’s trip into the Seireiti took only about twenty minutes and another ten to get to the Academy where a line of proctors were already waiting to analyze the child. He stood before them, smiling and greeted them all pleasantly to switch they simply shrugged off and asked him to sit in a special chair. Makkuro sat down easily and looked up at them, when he noticed something strange. His body was letting off a light haze of lime green. He looked around him and smiled as he looked down at his hands and saw it was coming out of there too, he was in awe by it and stood up. The proctors gasped as the haze continued to glow even after he had stood and then sparked and ignited for a moment as Makkuro giggled and looked around him. He became light headed however and fainted after expending so much energy.
The darkeness is penetrated by a small shaft of light directly to the right of Makkuro. He rubs his eyes confused about his location and realized his head is in sharp pain.
“Finally you awake, my young friend. You’ve been out cold for a few hours, but the council instructed me to tell you, you’ve been accepted into the academy!” Makkuro’s face lit up and he flung himself hugging the female doctor that had told him this news, before he stood up and pulled on the Academy robes that were laying beside him, not even bothering to wait for her to leave. She cringed and covered her eyes, shouting pervert, but he had never heard the word before and did not understand what she meant. He simply finished dressing, then headed off for the academy. He stopped along the way to stop and look at the variety of fauna around the grounds and to smell them for a moment to take it all in, just as the first days of classes began.
“Ten Thousand Butterflies fill the air, their dance is our call to battle and with each flutter of their wings, our blades will crash against the wind.”- Makkuro Shiboo
Day of Reckoning-Collapse
Makkuro Shiboo was now eighteen and he had entered his final year of the academy. He is proud of the fact that he has lasted this long and very grateful for even the chance to be here. Though Makkuro made many friends over the course of his time in the Academy most graduated years before him, having discovered their Shikais or had simply graduated after their senior years and were adopted into other court squads. Makkuro at times felt lonely because of this, but ignored it as his studies had become rigorous to say the least. His aptitude in Kido was killing him lately especially with the high level kidos now being taught to him it was a struggle to keep up. His instructors in Swordsmanship and Zanjitsu often said he was far too defensive in his attack patterns and would never fell a hollow if he continued to be so timid. Makkuro felt like he was a disappointment to all of his senseis and trained even harder to master everything he could, but it seemed like everything he did was never enough for him to move forward. He sighed as he looked up from his books after another fruitless sparring session with his instructor. He was again told he was too defensive and needed to learn to strike back and first as the man who strikes fastest is often the victor. Makkuro would disagree with this, but it is what his instructors wanted so he did his best to please them. As he sat in the sunlight that day books sprawled out before him on the grass on a blanket he has bought a while back. He sipped his tea as he browsed through the numerous hado and bakido spells in front of him. "Hey Makkuro!," Another student called out to him as they held out another kido book and waved at him. "Hey we need some help over here! We need a fourth to do this kido we found!" Makkuro looked at them and didn't know that there was such a thing as a group kido. He noticed that there was a rune in front of them and sighed deciding to see what it would do. "So where did you guys get this spell?"
"We found it in a dusty book in the library, it was crammed behind some other kido books."
"Ok...well maybe doing this isn't such a great idea?" Makkuro said as he looked at them all. They had all been present on his last mission into the real world, where they had nearly been slaughtered by a gillian class hollow. He sighed and looked at them all worried. "Your doing this to try and get stronger aren't you?" They nodded and he simply agreed with them and began reading off the incantation.
“Well Spring of Knowledge, Fields of Filth and Agony pick for me your worthiest and send him to my aid. Yobidashimasu!” Just as Makkuro began channeling his mind became focused on that particularly nasty hollow that he and several other students had met a few weeks ago, it still haunted their dreams and they had barely enough strength to repel the beast when he appeared. He was an hollow nearing the Menos Grande state, he was a large lumbering beast and looked more like a golem than anything else. That’s when the air shifted and Makkuro looked up and saw it, the cracks…the tale tell signs of a hollow appearing. He stepped back and lifted drew his sword when the space before him shattered and collapsed creating an empty space and the hollow stepped out. Makkuro looked at it with total free in his eyes and ran just as its evil laugh echoed out across soul society and it broke down the gate making it’s way into the Rukongai. Makkuro looked back and knew the beast was heading toward what was once his home. He shivered and picked up his blade, he couldn’t wait he had to protect them from his mistake and rushed through the hole forged by the beast just as the alarms began to sound through out soul society. He turned his head for one last look and two of the others students had fallen to the ground covered with hurrendous marks on their body and the third was desperately trying heal them. The monster had been the size of one of the smaller house in the rukongai, but it was obliterating everything in its path. Makkuro couldn't believe it as he gave chase.
Makkuro gulped as he looked across the landscape of district one, everything was in shambles and people laid dead in the street. His tears followed down his face as he looked toward the back of the monster, who had just entered district two and was beginning to do the same to the area. Makkuro lunged at the monster’s back, his body quaking in his rage as he struck at its back and could only watch in horror as his blade shattered against the beasts back and he was thrown away with only a simple backhand. Makkuro coughed and could barely move as he watched the monster crash through the town and he could only witness him devour citizen after citizen. Makkuro’s body went into a cold sweat as he forced himself up and cried in pain from three broken ribs. He hacked up some blood and hobbled over on the sheathe of his sword toward the hollow he unwittingly summoned and saw that in its hand, it now held his father.
“FATHER!!!” He cried in horror as blood ran down his face and sprayed down his white hakama. His face locked in pain as his father merely smiled at him and said.
“I’m glad…I got to see you one last time.”
“FATHER NO!!” The beast did its gruesome work; crushing his father like a grape and consumed the remains, before turning down to the other citizens. Makkuro looked forward unable to speak as he heard the whispers in his ear and could feel a tug inside of him. The dream came to him, but this time more urgently. It cried use me…call my name and my strength could be yours…call my name, I will only make the call to be your vessel this once…My name is Daimyo Meuma. Makkuro took his blade in his hand and whispered the name and looked at the blade. “Is…that your name…are you allowing me to hear you now in my hour of greatest need? Even though we may die anyway?” The sword sent out a cool breeze to his hand as if confirming what he asked and he whispered back thank you as he screamed its name and the Adjechas turned to face him. Makkuro’s body glew faintly green as the broken katana turned into a rapier with a green blade and pure white heater shield. He looked at the shinigami and laughed and tossed one of the buildings at him. Makkuro looked inward and could feel the spirit guiding his hand and lending him it’s strength. Makkuro felt the air around his blade compress and glow with spirit energy, it nearly solidified when the house began to fall upon him. “Piston Tsukisasu!” He slashed the blade down and the gust of wind released slashed through the house cleaving it in half to fall harmlessly around Makkuro as he limped forward coughing. He looked at the hollow who had stopped in surprise from the sudden fierceness of his opponenet. Makkuro moved forward gripped the blade in both hands and let the air compress again, this time allowing the energy to fully solidify before stabbing the blade forward. “Piston Harau!” The rush of air traveled in a straight line like a stab and slammed into the Adjechas’s chest, it barely made a mark. The adjechas looked down and kicked Makkuro away leaving him rolling in the dust with his chest nearly crushed as he looked back and he fell unconscious.
“One life, One Sin, which in a single moment crushes your entire world. You spend the rest of your life trying to atone for that one mistake.” – Makkuro Shiboo…Final Quote.
Makkuro woke the next day in Squad Four’s hospital room with the captain of the squad tending to his wounds. He simply turned over unwilling to answer any of the questions that she asked and he simply asked where Daimyo Meuma was. She pointed down at his feet and he saw it and thanked her.
“You gave us quite a scare, but at least you can graduate now…We did some research and we’re sorry about your loss, but it will be alright. They can be reincarnated now that the hollow has been slain. You should rest now and get some sleep tomorrow the council will decide which squad you belong to.” Makkuro made no reply and simply drifted off to sleep and could only see his father’s face as he said he was glad to see him one last time. Makkuro awoke a few hours later to receive a meal, he ate it quietly not saying a word to the nurse who had come to check on him and moved to lean against the wall beside the window. He watched as the hell butterflies flew freely through the sky, then disappeared and he envied them. Sighing he laid back down and slept restlessly for the rest of the day and night. The next morning he dressed as a proper shinigami and after a long winded speech about duties and responsibilities and what becoming a court guard squad member meant, he was put into Squad Three over the watchful eye of several other squad members. His personal diary has no further entries past this point.
“Ahh come on that’s so lame!” One of the members of squad three said to the vice-captain as he read from his captain’s diary.
“Well…I don’t know what his past is otherwise, why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Ask me what?” Makkuro said standing in the doorway now in a white captain’s coat as he looked at them arms folded with a stern look on his face as he stanched his diary from them. “I should punish you all for this, but I won’t seeing as I haven’t been very honest all my life either. After that point I devoted myself to training everyday…at the time of my entry into Squad Three I was eighteen in spiritual years or its how old I thought I was. I’ve spent the last three hundred and fifty-seven years bettering the soul society and myself. Around my hundred and seventieth year I gained bankai and the former captain of Squad three is presumed dead in the Rukongai. Now please get out of my room…you can return in a few hours and have tea with me if you desire, but for now I need to use the can.” With that the members of Squad 3 fled as having a wind based zanpakuto user…Makkuro’s trips to the bathroom…could stink up all of Squad 3’s quarters.
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Additional Info:
Zanpakuto
General
Name:
Diamyoo Meuma
Spirit Description:
Diamyoo Meuma is a large white horse with a sharp horn of emerald sticking out brilliantly from its darker head. It’s eyes are glazed over with making it appear to have grey eyes or the eyes of a beaver when underwater. It’s entire body is a bit shaggier than a normal horse making it’s hooves appear to be tangled in the mess. When approaching a person, the one in its presence will first notice the inability to breathe, this is because Diamyoo Meuma compresses the air around itself wherever it goes so physically touching the spirit is impossible. The second notable feature of Diamyoo Meuma is the fact that he appears to glow a brilliant green and natural life grows faster in his presence, then dies quickly after. The spirit can only be classified as an It, do to the fact that it does not appear to have an reproductive organs and when it speaks, it speaks in both the soft tones of a female and the deep husky voice of a man. This can signify that there is more than one spirit composing Diamyoo Meuma or that it is actually both genders at the same time or neither. Diamyoo Meuma’s personality is prickly at best and down right arrogant at worst. His entire views reflect a feudal lord’s own views and he is completely conceited. He and Makkuro argue constantly over their difference views, but they still work brilliantly together. Meuma seems to slightly resent the fact that he was created a horse, but claims that everyone has a place in life and his is to simply be a horse. He generally will voice his discontent to Makkuro, but says he can never do anything about it…Makkuro will generally just say he wasn’t listening to him whine again and ignore the spirit for the remainder of the day. Aside from this, Meuma has its pleasant sides and will generally express concern for his master and for other shinigami and to an extent the Vizards, but he refers to them to serfs instead of allies.
Sealed:
When sealed Diamyo Meuma appears in a solid white sheathe, hilt and hand guard with a green tinted blade. The lacing around the sword’s hilt is also green and notched with white bolts each forming circles which indent in the user’s hand making the blade uncomfortable in the hands of any who don’t constantly use the blade. The blade itself when touched feels luke warm almost as if it has been left out in the sun for a few minutes, before a near breeze like cool comes over it. As if it is trying to lull the wielder to sleep. The hand guard itself is in a rectangular shape with only simple bolts to hold the blade in place. Aside from this, the only other notable difference from any other blade is how the blade seems to nearly propel itself out of the sheathe when ready to be drawn.
Shikai
Activation Phrase:
“Conquer and Reign, Diamyo Meuma”
Appearance:
Diamyo Meuma’s released staged transforms the blade into a rapier and a shield. The Rapier is about four feet long and about an inch wide at the base and little more than a half that at the tip. The hand guard has been formed into a wire basket hilt with many intersecting bars of steel forming this. The result appears more aesthetic than functional, but the appearance is deceiving as it allows for increased control as compared to a normal basket hand guard. The blade shines a peerless green and there is a sense of breathlessness when one stares at it. The Buckler, in stark contrast to the brilliant green sword, is a simple white heater shield, a sword in a near pentagram shape and bent creating less shock to the wielder when struck. The transformation appears more aesthetic than practical, but the blade is surprisingly effective at piercing through defenses due to the small area which is comprises it’s hit stab radius.
Abilities:
Piston tsukisasu/harau: The air around Makkuro’s sword becomes compressed and powered by Makkuro’s reitsu. It whirls around the sword giving it increased slashing power until it is released as a burst of wind. The more compressed the air the great the piercing power of the air released, but will effect a smaller area. This attack can be used to either inflict damage or to create a knock back effect. The attack depending on the amount of Reitsu used can be nearly invisible to the naked eye. The attack can take up anywhere from a balas worth of energy to five percent depending on how much power is put into it. A bala’s worth would be a quick release that would barely pierce a fledgling shinigami’s flesh and serves more to knock back an opponent. At five percents worth the attack can be considered a full threat and can be easily seen and deeply pierce an opponent of equal levels flesh. Compressing the air is a near immediate process.
Piston mamoru: The air around Makkuro’s Shield becomes compressed in a large area in front of it completely covering the front of Makkuro’s body. The more compressed the air is the smaller the area that will be protected but the greater the protection offered. Compressing the air for Piston Mamoru takes more time, around a posts worth to receive maximum protection, but the furthest amount of compression around three inches. The shield at half stength can stop several attacks from a much weaker opponent, but only one or two from an opponent of equal level, before it is penetrated or collapses. At full strength it can survive at least four normal strikes from an opponent but will collapse from anything as powerful as a cero. As with Piston tsukisasu/harau, only the highest levels of compression can be seen by the naked eye, but the changes in the air are apparent as the air will become stagnant from the abilities. Piston Mamoru requires the same amount of reitsu as its offensive counterpart, except it requires ten percent to reach its full compressed state. Piston Mamoru can only be used once every three posts.
Bankai
Activation Phrase: “Reign over all, Ketsueki Nodo no Kawaita Meuma Diamyo”
Appearance: Ketsueki Nodo no Kawaita Meuma Daimyo keeps the same sword as before, however the shield elongates into a larger tower shield, which is a rectangular that when held right can cover the entire body. Makkuro also gains a upper body armor similar to an old fashioned knight’s. The armor is green with brown strips of leather in between the arms to allow for free movements. The armor has backwards facing plates which form along the spine and neck to protect the vital areas around the back at the expense of being able to freely turn his head its full length and is now stuck with just a half of its normal rotation. On the front of the breast plate is a downward facing sword with sunrays bursting out from behind it. The sword and the sunrays are colored green against the silver armor. Makkuro’s legs still remain unprotected symbolizing the unprotected horse that often rode into battle with the protected knight on top.
Abilities:
Piston tsukisasu/harau: The air around Makkuro’s sword becomes compressed and powered by Makkuro’s reitsu. It whirls around the sword giving it increased slashing power until it is released as a burst of wind. The more compressed the air the great the piercing power of the air released, but will effect a smaller area. This attack can be used to either inflict damage or to create a knock back effect. The attack depending on the amount of Reitsu used can be invisible to the naked eye. Every slash in bankai now creates a Tsukisasu, but it can be charged for more power, this incurs the same penalties as before.
Piston Rooya Tatsumaki: Rooya Tatsumaki creates a massive vacuum in a twenty yard range around Makkuro; after forming a bubble around from the vacuum, the air around the area compresses instantly and forms a near impenetrable barrier around the area to ensure the attack doesn’t go wild. Once this is completed a small inner cell of air will appear inside of the cell and rotate rapidly spitting out near a thousand Tsukisasus at the bala stage which rebound around the cell, gaining more speed and momentum as they go. Once every Tsukisasu has rebounded at least three times the orb will collapse and a tornado will form from the difference in air pressure and air rotation. The tornado will consume anything within a thirty yard radius of it and cause major slashing damage as well as disorientation from being spun around at such high speeds. The wind speeds of the tornado start at 150 mp/h and increase steadily up to 450 mp/h over the course of two posts. It is possible to escape the tornado’s grasp at the start with a simple shunpo if footing can be found, but nearly impossible once it reachs it’s maximum speed which it maintains for a post before dispersing. Combat is possible inside of the tornado until the 350 mp/h mark is passed. Being inside of the Tornado gives Makkuro a definite advantage as he can use its winds to increase the force of his own attacks; however once the tornado dissipates it forces him out of Bankai. Using this attack consumes thirty percent of Makkuro’s reitsu.
Name:
Diamyoo Meuma
Spirit Description:
Diamyoo Meuma is a large white horse with a sharp horn of emerald sticking out brilliantly from its darker head. It’s eyes are glazed over with making it appear to have grey eyes or the eyes of a beaver when underwater. It’s entire body is a bit shaggier than a normal horse making it’s hooves appear to be tangled in the mess. When approaching a person, the one in its presence will first notice the inability to breathe, this is because Diamyoo Meuma compresses the air around itself wherever it goes so physically touching the spirit is impossible. The second notable feature of Diamyoo Meuma is the fact that he appears to glow a brilliant green and natural life grows faster in his presence, then dies quickly after. The spirit can only be classified as an It, do to the fact that it does not appear to have an reproductive organs and when it speaks, it speaks in both the soft tones of a female and the deep husky voice of a man. This can signify that there is more than one spirit composing Diamyoo Meuma or that it is actually both genders at the same time or neither. Diamyoo Meuma’s personality is prickly at best and down right arrogant at worst. His entire views reflect a feudal lord’s own views and he is completely conceited. He and Makkuro argue constantly over their difference views, but they still work brilliantly together. Meuma seems to slightly resent the fact that he was created a horse, but claims that everyone has a place in life and his is to simply be a horse. He generally will voice his discontent to Makkuro, but says he can never do anything about it…Makkuro will generally just say he wasn’t listening to him whine again and ignore the spirit for the remainder of the day. Aside from this, Meuma has its pleasant sides and will generally express concern for his master and for other shinigami and to an extent the Vizards, but he refers to them to serfs instead of allies.
Sealed:
When sealed Diamyo Meuma appears in a solid white sheathe, hilt and hand guard with a green tinted blade. The lacing around the sword’s hilt is also green and notched with white bolts each forming circles which indent in the user’s hand making the blade uncomfortable in the hands of any who don’t constantly use the blade. The blade itself when touched feels luke warm almost as if it has been left out in the sun for a few minutes, before a near breeze like cool comes over it. As if it is trying to lull the wielder to sleep. The hand guard itself is in a rectangular shape with only simple bolts to hold the blade in place. Aside from this, the only other notable difference from any other blade is how the blade seems to nearly propel itself out of the sheathe when ready to be drawn.
Shikai
Activation Phrase:
“Conquer and Reign, Diamyo Meuma”
Appearance:
Diamyo Meuma’s released staged transforms the blade into a rapier and a shield. The Rapier is about four feet long and about an inch wide at the base and little more than a half that at the tip. The hand guard has been formed into a wire basket hilt with many intersecting bars of steel forming this. The result appears more aesthetic than functional, but the appearance is deceiving as it allows for increased control as compared to a normal basket hand guard. The blade shines a peerless green and there is a sense of breathlessness when one stares at it. The Buckler, in stark contrast to the brilliant green sword, is a simple white heater shield, a sword in a near pentagram shape and bent creating less shock to the wielder when struck. The transformation appears more aesthetic than practical, but the blade is surprisingly effective at piercing through defenses due to the small area which is comprises it’s hit stab radius.
Abilities:
Piston tsukisasu/harau: The air around Makkuro’s sword becomes compressed and powered by Makkuro’s reitsu. It whirls around the sword giving it increased slashing power until it is released as a burst of wind. The more compressed the air the great the piercing power of the air released, but will effect a smaller area. This attack can be used to either inflict damage or to create a knock back effect. The attack depending on the amount of Reitsu used can be nearly invisible to the naked eye. The attack can take up anywhere from a balas worth of energy to five percent depending on how much power is put into it. A bala’s worth would be a quick release that would barely pierce a fledgling shinigami’s flesh and serves more to knock back an opponent. At five percents worth the attack can be considered a full threat and can be easily seen and deeply pierce an opponent of equal levels flesh. Compressing the air is a near immediate process.
Piston mamoru: The air around Makkuro’s Shield becomes compressed in a large area in front of it completely covering the front of Makkuro’s body. The more compressed the air is the smaller the area that will be protected but the greater the protection offered. Compressing the air for Piston Mamoru takes more time, around a posts worth to receive maximum protection, but the furthest amount of compression around three inches. The shield at half stength can stop several attacks from a much weaker opponent, but only one or two from an opponent of equal level, before it is penetrated or collapses. At full strength it can survive at least four normal strikes from an opponent but will collapse from anything as powerful as a cero. As with Piston tsukisasu/harau, only the highest levels of compression can be seen by the naked eye, but the changes in the air are apparent as the air will become stagnant from the abilities. Piston Mamoru requires the same amount of reitsu as its offensive counterpart, except it requires ten percent to reach its full compressed state. Piston Mamoru can only be used once every three posts.
Bankai
Activation Phrase: “Reign over all, Ketsueki Nodo no Kawaita Meuma Diamyo”
Appearance: Ketsueki Nodo no Kawaita Meuma Daimyo keeps the same sword as before, however the shield elongates into a larger tower shield, which is a rectangular that when held right can cover the entire body. Makkuro also gains a upper body armor similar to an old fashioned knight’s. The armor is green with brown strips of leather in between the arms to allow for free movements. The armor has backwards facing plates which form along the spine and neck to protect the vital areas around the back at the expense of being able to freely turn his head its full length and is now stuck with just a half of its normal rotation. On the front of the breast plate is a downward facing sword with sunrays bursting out from behind it. The sword and the sunrays are colored green against the silver armor. Makkuro’s legs still remain unprotected symbolizing the unprotected horse that often rode into battle with the protected knight on top.
Abilities:
Piston tsukisasu/harau: The air around Makkuro’s sword becomes compressed and powered by Makkuro’s reitsu. It whirls around the sword giving it increased slashing power until it is released as a burst of wind. The more compressed the air the great the piercing power of the air released, but will effect a smaller area. This attack can be used to either inflict damage or to create a knock back effect. The attack depending on the amount of Reitsu used can be invisible to the naked eye. Every slash in bankai now creates a Tsukisasu, but it can be charged for more power, this incurs the same penalties as before.
Piston Rooya Tatsumaki: Rooya Tatsumaki creates a massive vacuum in a twenty yard range around Makkuro; after forming a bubble around from the vacuum, the air around the area compresses instantly and forms a near impenetrable barrier around the area to ensure the attack doesn’t go wild. Once this is completed a small inner cell of air will appear inside of the cell and rotate rapidly spitting out near a thousand Tsukisasus at the bala stage which rebound around the cell, gaining more speed and momentum as they go. Once every Tsukisasu has rebounded at least three times the orb will collapse and a tornado will form from the difference in air pressure and air rotation. The tornado will consume anything within a thirty yard radius of it and cause major slashing damage as well as disorientation from being spun around at such high speeds. The wind speeds of the tornado start at 150 mp/h and increase steadily up to 450 mp/h over the course of two posts. It is possible to escape the tornado’s grasp at the start with a simple shunpo if footing can be found, but nearly impossible once it reachs it’s maximum speed which it maintains for a post before dispersing. Combat is possible inside of the tornado until the 350 mp/h mark is passed. Being inside of the Tornado gives Makkuro a definite advantage as he can use its winds to increase the force of his own attacks; however once the tornado dissipates it forces him out of Bankai. Using this attack consumes thirty percent of Makkuro’s reitsu.
Shinigami Techniques
Shohaku Hado Number 3: Shohaku creates a small arrow of fire that launches forth from the caster’s fingers. It requires and strikes with the same amount of energy to use a bala, but can be combined with many other abilities to increase destructive power.
Soryu: Hado Number 23: Creates a simple ball of pressurized wind which travels fairly slow, but when it connects with a target unleashes a small whirlwind which does little more than disorient a target.
Gaki Rekkô Hado 47: A spell that makes a circle of energy, before firing 8 blasts of green light from its center in a cage-like formation. The energy is formed in the palm and requires the user to trace a small circle in the air, which forms an orb and fires the seperate beams. Can be equivalent to a Cero of an hollow/arrancar at the 3rd seat level of power..
Horuken: Hado Number 62 Horuken creates a series of blue triangles that fire in a straight line. This triangles form in the caster's left hand and fire around the same speed as Hado Number 31. The triangles are designed to speficially tear through defensive abilities, by constantly bombarding an area with its reitsu. The path of the spell can not be altered and around twenty triangles are fired each only about an inch apart from the other, dealing impact equivalent to a bala or two.
Consishi Bakudo 10: Consishi creates a wave of energy from the casters hands which travels through the air at the target, before wrapping around their feet and solidifying into a thick chain that can bind the entire body. Consishi is forged from the casters own reitsu until it forms thick and black in the casters hands. The caster will then launch the attack at a designated point on the target where it wrap itself around said point and increase in weight and begin to spread to the rest of the body linking to the original binding. In the best case a user can strike the targets wrists and bind them together like handcuffs. This bindings can be broken quickly by anyone above a 5rth Seat
Harujuka Bakudo 31: Creates a barrier that when struck repels the opponents attack back at them with the same amount of energy used to create the barrier reducing the attack strength or decreasing it varying on the attackers strength. Anyone above a vice-captains level will be able to shred through this barrier like rice paper.
Soryu: Hado Number 23: Creates a simple ball of pressurized wind which travels fairly slow, but when it connects with a target unleashes a small whirlwind which does little more than disorient a target.
Gaki Rekkô Hado 47: A spell that makes a circle of energy, before firing 8 blasts of green light from its center in a cage-like formation. The energy is formed in the palm and requires the user to trace a small circle in the air, which forms an orb and fires the seperate beams. Can be equivalent to a Cero of an hollow/arrancar at the 3rd seat level of power..
Horuken: Hado Number 62 Horuken creates a series of blue triangles that fire in a straight line. This triangles form in the caster's left hand and fire around the same speed as Hado Number 31. The triangles are designed to speficially tear through defensive abilities, by constantly bombarding an area with its reitsu. The path of the spell can not be altered and around twenty triangles are fired each only about an inch apart from the other, dealing impact equivalent to a bala or two.
Consishi Bakudo 10: Consishi creates a wave of energy from the casters hands which travels through the air at the target, before wrapping around their feet and solidifying into a thick chain that can bind the entire body. Consishi is forged from the casters own reitsu until it forms thick and black in the casters hands. The caster will then launch the attack at a designated point on the target where it wrap itself around said point and increase in weight and begin to spread to the rest of the body linking to the original binding. In the best case a user can strike the targets wrists and bind them together like handcuffs. This bindings can be broken quickly by anyone above a 5rth Seat
Harujuka Bakudo 31: Creates a barrier that when struck repels the opponents attack back at them with the same amount of energy used to create the barrier reducing the attack strength or decreasing it varying on the attackers strength. Anyone above a vice-captains level will be able to shred through this barrier like rice paper.
Additional
Other Characters:
Sojukin Asamoto
Roleplay Sample:
Sojukin laid quietly in his secluded room, lost in thought as he soaked in his tub with a rag covering his nether region as every now and then someone would barg in and tell him he had to go do something or another around Hueco Mundo. This greatly annoyed him on such occassions and had destoried his entire room twice in a fury after these interruptions, but today was no such day. His eyes opened with a start as his trance ended aburptly and sweeping out of the tub dried himself off rapidly by releasing some of his reitsu that evaporated the water on his body. Stepping to look into the mirror he admired himself, allowing himself to indulge in the image for a while, before fixing his appearance and moving on to retrieve his clothing. Leaving the bathroom, he stepped calmly into his own bedroom as his eyes wondered over it for a moment.
The entire room was empty and made of the same white material as the rest of Hueco Mundo. It was small and almost completely barren aside from the double bed stashed into a corner so not to disrupt the flow of the room. Sojukin issued a low growl from his throat as he sensed someone under his bed and thought to himself that this had better not be some damn fraccion that got lost looking for their own room. Shaking his head, he waited for whatever it was to come out from under his bed thinking that soon his room would be much larger and he would be able to do more with it. He was tired of being so cramped in this tiny place and was ready for something bigger and better. Just as his thoughts ended a tiny little head popped out from his bed and it was mouse like Arrancar.
"Squeek....Yo mac, your needed outside..we need more workers...Squeek."
The mouse Arrancar's face was still almost entirely wrapped in it's arrancar mask though its nose stuck through it constantly twitching and was almost the same color as blood. The thing finally came out all the way from under the bed and Sojukin noted it wasn't much larger than two feet long and only a couple inches off the ground. He looked at it disgustedly, it was hideous! An abomination to the world, its entire body was covered in a mingy white fur and in some areas its skin was showing. Its tail was bony and was cut in half from a normal rats. Sojukin gulped and looked at the thing with disgust as it talked to him like it was stronger than him again.
"Squeek...MAC...GO OUTSIDE!"
Sojukin's eyebrow twitched as he looked down at the thing offended and disgusted, before it could speak again, Sojukin stepped on the Arrancar and crushed his spine leaving it paralzyed, before throwing him out the window outside of his room. After washing his hands again, he walked outside and noticed that the Horror Vacui were standing on higher grounds most of them not working, though Fury was doing the work of a damn army. He respected the Horrors, though only because of the shear amount of power each of them held, aside from that he didn't respect anything about anybody nor did he hold anyone with an iota of trust. His paranoia from the betrayal near his death had made sure of that, though he began to think this was a good opportunity considering the Tres Espada position was avalible at the moment. Grinning to himself that blonde arrancar sat down to watch some of the workers, before jumping up near the Horrors and bowing to Death.
"Lord Death...I am Sojukin Asamoto...I wish to be made the Third Espada. I'm sure you can sense that my power is large enough to make the position sir and that I am more than ready to kill anyone that stands in my way. Death, I know I am the best canidate for this position and if you think there is one more worthy allow me to tear him or her to shreds so that I may show you my power."
In truth, Sojukin was only feigning his undying allegance to Death, but he still saw him as the most powerful being around him and that deserved respect...at least till Sojukin devised away to kill him and rob him of his power taking it for his own. Though that was years of planning and there was much power to gain first, Primera would come after Sojukin took care of Taza, but that would come after he became the Tres. Taza had been under his skin for a long time, he was far too nonchalant to be the dos...the bastard was too busy drinking to even bother to fight in any battles. Hell, he had retreated in one just because the freaking shinigami gave him a fifty for some booze. This was inexcusable in his mind as an espada was always to be ready to fight and ready to eliminate the threats to Hueco Mundo.
Sojukin's mind grinned as he thought this while he kept a straight face for Death. Considering he, himself could possibly become a threat to Hueco Mundo's kings and queens in due time the Espada should have killed him, but no matter they did not know the inner machinations of his mind and only by some form of Dues Ex Machina would they ever. He rose his eyes to look up at Death as he awaited his answer, though respectfully kept his head bowed slightly as to show that he was submitting himself to Death's will, no matter what that may be. He thought for a moment as he kept bowing to the Horror Vacui and his mind seethed with rage from the thought of being controlled.
"Enjoy this while it lasts Death...I won't always be so willing to bow to you."
That was Sojukin's final thought as he waited for Death's answer. The only other thing that even came into view or into his mental process was the thudding of Fury's massive frame moving about with huge stones to repair the damage to Hueco Mundo and hundreds of scampering Arrancar trying to do the same amount of work that Fury was putting in. If Sojukin wasn't so busy groveling to Death, he might have been awestruck. A cold sweat ran down Sojukin's spine as the benign presence of Death suddenly released his full murderous intent and left a cacophony of thoughts ringing out through his head. He had just been show through as if his poker face had been the tell of a century. Sojukin gulped as he looked up toward Death and felt Fury's presence behind him as well, hiding his trembling Sojukin remained silently, but stood completely up while the Horrors disputed amoungst themselves for a while. He dismissed their actions as childish playing for the moment, but the seriousness of the matter struck him like a blow and their sublime power rocked him like a freight train.
What the hell had he been thinking? They were nigh unstoppable, his only hope of ever taking even the weakest one down would be to have the help of the other arrancar. Taking his upright position, he couldn't help, but feel his body slightly heavy in their presence, but refocusing his reitsu amoungst himself, he easily rebalanced his body. The assuage of that weight made him feel like and airy and able to soar with ease, but he could still sense it there, waiting...watching...ready to pounce like the most savage of animals. He gulped, Death was not one to be messed with.
Sojukin's eyes meandered with his thoughts and soon found himself locking eyes while Death was speaking to one of the Horrors in the background. You will regret this desicion for the rest of your life Raku, he thought silently to himself as the perspicacity of his mind increased and he had to force himself to remain calm and not to show his rage in front of the Horrors. I'm going to kill him...I will no matter how long it takes, that bastard is trying to take my place, well I'll show him, noone ever tries to usurp Sojukin Asamoto. These were Sojukin's thoughts before, he heard Death speak.
“This is my proof. I can see all strength with these eyes of mine, I do not need it proven by physical skill.”
"What do you....!?"
Sojukin's eyes widened as he felt the blast come out of Death's fingers moments later from his motion. He barely managed to put his arms up to keep the attack from ripping through his chest, but it destoried the clothing around his arms and pushed him back about two meters, gulping he looked back to Raku and stared him down evily as he listened to the rest of Death's speech. The entire time he was staring down the other soon to be Espada, his thoughts kept focusing on Death, how much power did he have? Why did he hold himself back? What was his goal and why hadn't he achieved it yet? Why did he need the Arrancar? These kept swarming through him, yet no answer came and soon the time for thought was over as he heard Death chop his hands.
"You may begin.”
Sojukin's thoughts cleared away and the red battle mist rolled into his eyes and thoughts, he had been one thought and one thought only now, 'KILL'. He wasted no time and drew his sword using sonido up against Raku while he was still surprised with Death's sudden announcement. Moving to step upon Raku's arm, his blade swung down coming across from right to left creating what looking like a bloody red trail in air as he went to slash for the throat. Pure rage had engulfed Sojukin now and he let it all flow through his body igniting the air with his reitsu which caused the tempature in the area to increase by twenty degrees from the sheer amount of it.
"YO TENGO TRES ESPADA, NO TU!!!"
After screaming that as his blade flew down Sojukin created three Fuegos de Daibillio around himself to use as shields later. His eyes were wide and his body was almost trembling with his anger which flowed out of him uncontrobably, he saw nothing off bounds and he needed only to defeat this opponent to secure himself in with the strongest of the strong, until that happened, no mercy for mercy is for the weak and even then the weak are just there to be devoured. Gritting his teeth, he forced his arm to swing faster and waited for the sound of his blade striking flesh or steel.
The entire room was empty and made of the same white material as the rest of Hueco Mundo. It was small and almost completely barren aside from the double bed stashed into a corner so not to disrupt the flow of the room. Sojukin issued a low growl from his throat as he sensed someone under his bed and thought to himself that this had better not be some damn fraccion that got lost looking for their own room. Shaking his head, he waited for whatever it was to come out from under his bed thinking that soon his room would be much larger and he would be able to do more with it. He was tired of being so cramped in this tiny place and was ready for something bigger and better. Just as his thoughts ended a tiny little head popped out from his bed and it was mouse like Arrancar.
"Squeek....Yo mac, your needed outside..we need more workers...Squeek."
The mouse Arrancar's face was still almost entirely wrapped in it's arrancar mask though its nose stuck through it constantly twitching and was almost the same color as blood. The thing finally came out all the way from under the bed and Sojukin noted it wasn't much larger than two feet long and only a couple inches off the ground. He looked at it disgustedly, it was hideous! An abomination to the world, its entire body was covered in a mingy white fur and in some areas its skin was showing. Its tail was bony and was cut in half from a normal rats. Sojukin gulped and looked at the thing with disgust as it talked to him like it was stronger than him again.
"Squeek...MAC...GO OUTSIDE!"
Sojukin's eyebrow twitched as he looked down at the thing offended and disgusted, before it could speak again, Sojukin stepped on the Arrancar and crushed his spine leaving it paralzyed, before throwing him out the window outside of his room. After washing his hands again, he walked outside and noticed that the Horror Vacui were standing on higher grounds most of them not working, though Fury was doing the work of a damn army. He respected the Horrors, though only because of the shear amount of power each of them held, aside from that he didn't respect anything about anybody nor did he hold anyone with an iota of trust. His paranoia from the betrayal near his death had made sure of that, though he began to think this was a good opportunity considering the Tres Espada position was avalible at the moment. Grinning to himself that blonde arrancar sat down to watch some of the workers, before jumping up near the Horrors and bowing to Death.
"Lord Death...I am Sojukin Asamoto...I wish to be made the Third Espada. I'm sure you can sense that my power is large enough to make the position sir and that I am more than ready to kill anyone that stands in my way. Death, I know I am the best canidate for this position and if you think there is one more worthy allow me to tear him or her to shreds so that I may show you my power."
In truth, Sojukin was only feigning his undying allegance to Death, but he still saw him as the most powerful being around him and that deserved respect...at least till Sojukin devised away to kill him and rob him of his power taking it for his own. Though that was years of planning and there was much power to gain first, Primera would come after Sojukin took care of Taza, but that would come after he became the Tres. Taza had been under his skin for a long time, he was far too nonchalant to be the dos...the bastard was too busy drinking to even bother to fight in any battles. Hell, he had retreated in one just because the freaking shinigami gave him a fifty for some booze. This was inexcusable in his mind as an espada was always to be ready to fight and ready to eliminate the threats to Hueco Mundo.
Sojukin's mind grinned as he thought this while he kept a straight face for Death. Considering he, himself could possibly become a threat to Hueco Mundo's kings and queens in due time the Espada should have killed him, but no matter they did not know the inner machinations of his mind and only by some form of Dues Ex Machina would they ever. He rose his eyes to look up at Death as he awaited his answer, though respectfully kept his head bowed slightly as to show that he was submitting himself to Death's will, no matter what that may be. He thought for a moment as he kept bowing to the Horror Vacui and his mind seethed with rage from the thought of being controlled.
"Enjoy this while it lasts Death...I won't always be so willing to bow to you."
That was Sojukin's final thought as he waited for Death's answer. The only other thing that even came into view or into his mental process was the thudding of Fury's massive frame moving about with huge stones to repair the damage to Hueco Mundo and hundreds of scampering Arrancar trying to do the same amount of work that Fury was putting in. If Sojukin wasn't so busy groveling to Death, he might have been awestruck. A cold sweat ran down Sojukin's spine as the benign presence of Death suddenly released his full murderous intent and left a cacophony of thoughts ringing out through his head. He had just been show through as if his poker face had been the tell of a century. Sojukin gulped as he looked up toward Death and felt Fury's presence behind him as well, hiding his trembling Sojukin remained silently, but stood completely up while the Horrors disputed amoungst themselves for a while. He dismissed their actions as childish playing for the moment, but the seriousness of the matter struck him like a blow and their sublime power rocked him like a freight train.
What the hell had he been thinking? They were nigh unstoppable, his only hope of ever taking even the weakest one down would be to have the help of the other arrancar. Taking his upright position, he couldn't help, but feel his body slightly heavy in their presence, but refocusing his reitsu amoungst himself, he easily rebalanced his body. The assuage of that weight made him feel like and airy and able to soar with ease, but he could still sense it there, waiting...watching...ready to pounce like the most savage of animals. He gulped, Death was not one to be messed with.
Sojukin's eyes meandered with his thoughts and soon found himself locking eyes while Death was speaking to one of the Horrors in the background. You will regret this desicion for the rest of your life Raku, he thought silently to himself as the perspicacity of his mind increased and he had to force himself to remain calm and not to show his rage in front of the Horrors. I'm going to kill him...I will no matter how long it takes, that bastard is trying to take my place, well I'll show him, noone ever tries to usurp Sojukin Asamoto. These were Sojukin's thoughts before, he heard Death speak.
“This is my proof. I can see all strength with these eyes of mine, I do not need it proven by physical skill.”
"What do you....!?"
Sojukin's eyes widened as he felt the blast come out of Death's fingers moments later from his motion. He barely managed to put his arms up to keep the attack from ripping through his chest, but it destoried the clothing around his arms and pushed him back about two meters, gulping he looked back to Raku and stared him down evily as he listened to the rest of Death's speech. The entire time he was staring down the other soon to be Espada, his thoughts kept focusing on Death, how much power did he have? Why did he hold himself back? What was his goal and why hadn't he achieved it yet? Why did he need the Arrancar? These kept swarming through him, yet no answer came and soon the time for thought was over as he heard Death chop his hands.
"You may begin.”
Sojukin's thoughts cleared away and the red battle mist rolled into his eyes and thoughts, he had been one thought and one thought only now, 'KILL'. He wasted no time and drew his sword using sonido up against Raku while he was still surprised with Death's sudden announcement. Moving to step upon Raku's arm, his blade swung down coming across from right to left creating what looking like a bloody red trail in air as he went to slash for the throat. Pure rage had engulfed Sojukin now and he let it all flow through his body igniting the air with his reitsu which caused the tempature in the area to increase by twenty degrees from the sheer amount of it.
"YO TENGO TRES ESPADA, NO TU!!!"
After screaming that as his blade flew down Sojukin created three Fuegos de Daibillio around himself to use as shields later. His eyes were wide and his body was almost trembling with his anger which flowed out of him uncontrobably, he saw nothing off bounds and he needed only to defeat this opponent to secure himself in with the strongest of the strong, until that happened, no mercy for mercy is for the weak and even then the weak are just there to be devoured. Gritting his teeth, he forced his arm to swing faster and waited for the sound of his blade striking flesh or steel.
