Post by Wanzer on Jul 3, 2010 23:46:53 GMT -4
Vizard
Name: Hideaki Jouju
Gender: Male
Age: 678
Ranking: Council Member Rank 3
Physical Description:
Hideaki Jouju can not be said to reflect the age that he was born in nor can he be said to reflect much of anything else. His body is long and lanky giving him the sort of look that makes it look like the wind could blow him away at a moments notice. Though he rather solidly built, Jouju’s body has little in the way of muscle which leads many to think he’s much younger than he really is, even in gigai. His body lacks any sort of hair aside from whiskers on his chin and upper lip which he keeps shaved down to the point that noticing shows. Which again keeps his appearance looking rather young, though he once allowed his hair to grow on it’s own as it wished. It began to turn grey and soon he was being called ‘withered old man’, he went into a store to dye his hair, but they used the wrong color ending up turning his hair green. Deciding that he could live with this, he cut his hair down to neck level and continued to dye his hair in the same manner eventually resulting in most of the vizards saying he had hit a midlife crisis and was doing everything he could to feel young again. Jouju however, was simply a premature greyer rather than truly being ancient like some said. Generally speaking most of his facial features reflect the same degree of form of his body; he has a small rather unimposing nose which breaks to the right due to a fracture caused in battle against another vizard. His lips are very thin giving them an almost cold, blue look to them behind the natural redness, while his mouth forms a baseline with his chin making a near jar like closure when his head is held down. Hideaki’s eyes however are rather soft with their faded brown hue giving him a sort of been there done that look along with the rest of him.
His dress is rather conservative leaving Hideaki as probably the best dressed member of the vizards to date. Usually dressed akin to a bartender, Hideaki’s clothing normally consists of a long black pair of slacks which seem to be a little too long for him and thusly hang a little bit over the brown and silver dress shoes that he wears. The top of his outfit will normally consist of a plain white t-shirt, with a white button down over it. Hideaki also wears a simple brown belt to hold up his trousers embedded in the center of said belt is large rectangular buckle which opens up to reveal numerous paper seals for several of Hideaki’s Hados. All of that mentioned the most important part has been ignored, his fedora hat which he never goes anywhere without. The fedora was handcrafted by the finest wool and furs available at the time and pain staking crafted by the hands of blind monks in the mountains of Tibet, then blessed in the sacred spring in front of Mt. Fuji before a Buddhist priest used pieces of his own cloth to finish the hat. Hideaki’s hat is said to cost a small fortune nearly enough to buy a large household or possibly four thousand head of oxen. In reality the hat was originally made for Michael Jackson and Hideaki just doesn’t want to admit that he stole it.
Personality
Jouju’s personality can be pretty much compressed down to one phrase, the normal one. Given most of the vizard’s pretense of either: self entitlement, drunkenness or even depression at their situations; Jouju has adapted well and has even thrived in his new situation, proving himself flexible even when under fire. He is a natural born strategist keeping his mind focused on what is happening around him and behind him and not just in front of him and then taking advantage of the moments. He never charges head first into battle instead, he lures opponents into traps and then sees that their destructions are orchestrated master pieces of genius through webs upon webs of obstacles. As expected from his battle preferences Jouju is a well-read individual and well versed in most forms of literature though he finds himself repulsed by most modern writers such as Stephenie Meyer and other emulators. He finds their works uninspired and simple projection works which make him want to regurgitate anything that might be on his stomach at the time.
Even though he was born several hundred years before the advent of electricity, Hideaki finds a general liking toward all manners of electronics and even fell into Apple I-phone craze, breaking down and buying himself one which he then converted into a spirit phone as well. He has no real clue where his love of the new devices came from he just knew ever since he saw the first home computer in the 1980s that he had to have one and that he had to understand everything about it. Maybe it has something to do with Jouju’s unnaturally high curiosity or maybe something about over coming the challenges presented through the changes of his existence, but one thing is sure…Jouju loves his computer. More often than not, Jouju can be found somewhere in the darker regions of the Brotherhood’s compound analyzing any and all data that has been presented to him in combat via a spirit-recording bugs which he has spread over his own body and though he has asked many of the other vizards to do so as well; he just can’t seem to get them to agree to it. Most likely something to do with the idea of ‘bugs’ being some sort creepy crawling thing on their body. He however can not maximize the efficiency of the matters like a member of the science division in the Seireiti could do to lack of materials and equipment necessary to nullify abilities with counter-measures. What he can do is be forewarned the next time he has to face said opponent, though he seems to have an aversion to fighting the same person twice.
Although Jouju is probably the most level headed of the vizards with maybe an exception in Ashley, he seems to enjoy his free time the most. If he isn’t at work or analyzing data for battles, he’s out enjoying the finest Japan has to offer. Generally meaning that he’s at an arcade or enjoying a hot meal at one of the local restaurants. He is rarely ever alone however; he often takes other members of the council along with him if they will agree to join him. He isn’t much for being alone for long periods of time. Even when he is analyzing data he will call for others to analyze it with him, often criticizing himself over errors that he makes in combat or laughing at himself when he finds himself getting beaten horribly. Though light-hearted in these situations, it’s mostly a front so others can grow stronger; his enemies always see a different side of him. They see the cold, cunning and ruthless predator aiming to trap and impale anything foolish enough to be considered his prey. His demeanor in battle is said to be like a silent clown, constantly moving about in dance like motions revealing openings only for them later to turn out to be traps all the while smiling darkly underneath the rim of his fedora, as he leads the victim further and further into his carnival of agony.
Not to say that he is twisted or enjoys seeing people in pain, it is just the way Hideaki fights. He is just as likely to leave a victim withering in agony on the field as they wait for help as he is to grant a merciful death. Despite this, he is indifferent to the sight of death by now as he has been surrounded by it most if not all of his life. While many would have been crushed by it, Hideaki over came the trials and tribulations of such things, especially during his years as the captain of squad six when he saw a multitude of men die during pursuits against hollows. He has become rather calloused to the sight of the death to the point of nothing short of a massacre or the total annihilation of someone close to him will even faze him. However, this isn’t to say he is emotionless as he will often find himself impressed or happy when one of the other vizards shows promise in anything that they do and deep sadness when one is grieving or sullen themselves. He isn’t miming them, he is actually a very compassionate soul and cares for how the living feel, death without someone else’s reaction just doesn’t bother him at all. Though because of his way of speaking, an eloquent and sometimes sarcastic tone which makes things out to be more than they often are, some think he is rather heartless. This is a misconception as it is merely his way of speaking just as if he was from the south he would have a draw, instead he speaks this way. Granted it’s not the best for negotiations or even when speaking to people in general he has worked a way to speak with out his accent, though he slips occasionally.
Jouju’s activities outside of computing, training and analyzing data include, but aren’t limited to writing for a local magazine which specializes in modern technology and pop culture as well as learning foreign languages so he can speak to vizards that might not be able to speak Japanese or English. He is currently working on learning French and German, but both are shaky at best granted many members have told him that he isn’t really suitable for foreign affairs. None the less Jouju still practices the languages to gain new information and possibly the ability to speak to others should the time come. Along with this, his one vice shines through; Jouju is an avid gambler and nearly breaks down into a frenzy whenever someone around the compound breaks out a deck of cards and asks if anyone wants to play. At that point, the card shark in him comes out and oh boy, had you best watch out! Officially one of the best poker players and pool sharks in the vizards a fair amount of the vizards’ combined income usually ends up in his pocket after poker night though if Ashley plays they generally split the pot. Though when it comes to pool no one has ever beaten Jouju, he knows the game is nothing more than simply geometry a course that he completed without even opening his eyes. The games mechanics are nearly second nature to him though it did take a few years of training to get at the level he is currently sitting at. His love of the game prompted him to buy two pool tables for the Brotherhood.
Jouju’s interpretations of the races is sparing to say the least, he really doesn’t seem to care if you are a hollow, arrancar, bount, human, shinigami, vizard or even a mod soul. If you’re an ally you’re an ally, if you’re an enemy you’re an enemy is how he sees things. While his vision isn’t truly black and white, he doesn’t see the point in holding a vendetta against any singular race though he does have a tendency to kill a hollow faster than any of the others. After all five hundred years of hunting the bastards down can’t be erased on a moments notice. Arrancar as well are difficult to leave alive simply for the fact that they are little more than advanced hollows, despite their separate ties, he sees them as the same thing and the Horrors are just the top of the ladder of their evolution though he knows drawing his blade against one of them is certain death, at least alone anyway. His other preferences are generally mild and leave him plenty of wiggle room to decide from person to person.
Speaking of his interpretations of people, his own interpretations of other things are just as bland. His preferences of food are almost split as evenly into black and white. Hideaki can’t stand any sort of sour foods, lemons, tarts, sour candies and right down to the last one he can not stand them. In contrast sweets make his mouth water in the most particular way, especially cakes and pies. He will devour them rapidly as he ever seldom had anything of the like when he was growing up or even as an adult in his culture as sugar was a rare commodity. Even so, his favorite meal is a simple dish of sticky rice and roasted pork and occasionally, if he can get his hands on it, duck in any variety.
History:
A small cry rocked through the silence of the night on the cold afternoon of January fifteenth as a baby was born. His name was quickly named Hideaki Jouju because of his birth as male and the brilliance that he appeared to be made of in that moment or clarity. The Jouju family quickly raised the son as he should be raised, strong and able bodied and brilliant in all ways as the Jouju family could afford especially since they were nobles in their time. Hideaki grew, he grew strong and he grew proud of his heritage and even prouder still of his people and their way of life. He found a simple happiness in all that they did and each day even as he practiced his calligraphy daily, he found joy in all that he did. The young man grew and continued to grow in this way until eventually he was no longer a boy, but a man in the advisory of the Emperor and the Daimyo; his wings seemed to be checking quite a bit of wind and his handsome face caught the eye of many young girls. However; it appeared that the Daimyo’s wife coveted the young man for his intelligence and looks and wanted him for herself. He turned her down and like David before him was cast into prison for what the Daimyo’s wife called rape. Hideaki stayed there for years rotting away in prison and eventually when a revolution came and over threw the current Daimyo, Hideaki was forgotten. His family long since assumed him dead with no contact what so ever and those that had come during the revolution recognized him as one of the leaders whom helped to repress them in the years before. Left to die from starvation or thirst, Hideaki simply uttered out a simple cry for food or water every day at periodic times, every day his cry getting louder until his voice withered away like Adonis whom we know today as the cricket.
“Bread….” Hideaki called out through the bars of his cell scratching and screaming with what he had left his now withered frame. The years in prison had not been kind to him and now he could barely move against the shackles about his feet. The people had long since left the place and only rain that fell kept him alive. Though the substance from water alone would not be enough and what had been left of his rations were gone. It was now his third month in this cell after the revolution. The third month after he had been forgotten; the cell smelled horribly of human feces and decomposition of other organisms around him. The walls were slick with damp fungus and the once glinting metal chains around his bench had rusted. He was in a hell hole among hell holes, sighing slowly, he brought his cupped hands up and drank the sweat that had pooled into them as he needed to be hydrated while the sun beat on him on the hot summers day. The cage was baking him inside and out as the light shone down on the slick surface of the stone and beat onto Hideaki, there was no way to find shade, no way to hydrate himself. His eyes closed then as he thought maybe he would just rest for a moment, then everything faded into darkness forever as his head crashed against the stone.
Pre-Shinigami
Hideaki awoke with a scream and shot upright panting as cold sweat beaded down his side making him glisten in the cool nights air. He was in an old hut that he didn’t recognize with a family he knew nothing about, they tended to him and over time he grew to see why they were his family now. The area he was in was the outskirts of a placed called the Seireiti and only the shinigami were allowed in there. If Hideaki could have remembered his life before he would have felt betrayed by death as he had traded one monarchy for another it would seem. Fate has a funny way of repeating itself however as Hideaki was soon stricken with a horrible case of hunger one day and groveled for bread just as he had done before in his cell. Now his cell was the foreign streets of North District Two and his captor still hunger. The wheel of the life always seems to draw one full circle until they gain enough force to break it, he had suffered greatly in his life and in death he continued to suffer. However, as the great wheel of life was about to turn once more. So was Hideaki’s raise to greatness and power. It started out simply with a humble plea for just a simple loaf of bread and an answer from those whom he should have hated the most.
“Just…a loaf of bread…please, just a loaf of bread.” He begged once more and was spat upon by the people who he called neighbor just a week before. They screamed out him and gnashed their teeth calling him a begger and that he should go to the eightieth district where he belonged. There was no way he could be hungry, spirits didn’t get hungry! Someone even went as far to throw a stone at him and soon a multitude were being thrown before one of the shinigami stepped in the way. Battered and covered in bruises Hideaki was about to lose consciousness when his eyes turned to the man whom saved him. Looking up was a challenge as he was almost too weak to move. He asked again for just a simple loaf of bread and his stomach gave a weak lurch before he was carried off on the unknown man’s shoulder. Whoever he was, he must have been massive as he picked him up as if he was a twig and when he looked down he could barely make out the bricks on the ground. The details were blurry from then on out, but he remembered seeing a badge on the mans arm, he thought it read Vice Captain of squad three, but he couldn’t remember afterwards; his psyche was far too shattered by his overwhelming hunger and the reaction he had faced.
The only thing he could remember about the incident afterwards was the power of the shinigami and the kindness that was shown to him. Little did he know the kindness had been superficial at best and only been done to add another member to their ranks. In time Hideaki would discover this and again feel betrayed by the people whom he trusted most. When he awoke this time, the area was much nicer than before and he could feel himself wrapped up in a shinigami’s attire. Left beside him was a simple note that read, welcome to the Seireiti. There is a plate of food outside the door though we feed you some already, though you most likely will not remember. Once you’ve finished eating, please speak with the first shinigami you see and ask where you can find the Academy. At first he was simply confused by the command wanting to know more and to at least meet the man that had saved his life. That appeared a little to much to ask however as he never encountered the particular character again until he was long out of the academy and moved up in the ranks of the Soul Society. As soon as he had finished eating the plate of stir fry that had been left beside his door, Hideaki stood and began his life as an Academy student. Excessive was the only word that came to mind as he wandered the halls of the Seireiti. Hideaki’s awakening had been nothing short of apathetic on their part; most of the students and members of this ‘elite’ region turned their noses up on sight. A few had even attempted to escort him off of the grounds only for the sight of the letter causing them to scoff then drop him. Hideaki found himself loathing this place even more than the Rukongai as at least there no one acted superior. Well…they had, but he had also been out panhandling for bread so they had reason. He thought he was going to be saved, given a new life and instead he found himself repeating once more. After speaking with what seemed like a thousand shinigami, one finally lead him to the Academy; the place seemed vibrant in comparison to the rest of the white washed place. He admitted that there was an odd charm to the masonry and bleached appearance of the Seireiti, but it also imposed greatly. It preached of uniformity and respect, not that anyone paid him the same. Eventually Hideaki acclimated to the prejudice presented to him and soon it was forgotten, other newbies entered and they took his place; an outsider no longer Hideaki still begrudged those who would condem those simply for being different than themselves. His convinction to protect those who were different would become ironic in his later years.
Academy:
Hideaki wasn't like the other students, his instructors and supervisors realized this quickly. Fights erupted around him constantly, not of his own design, but because he extended a hand out to the stranger students. Student whom had been marked for the maggot's nest by the time they entered the academy, but Hideaki changed that for them; however, his anger and zealous nature for it grew to be too much. Everyday was another issue, another class interrupted, another malfunction in kidou or an 'accident' during Kenpo training. His file kept growing and growing, not that he cared, he wished people would end their retarded prejudices, after all what did it matter they were all dead anyway. Hideaki cracked his neck as he sat in the discipline position, he had probably spent a full weeks worth of time in this position over the course of the last two months, but it didn't bother him. His body had already become used to the cold floors, the awkward arching of his feet and the lectures pushed onto him by ego-centric blowhards. What the hell was the point in all of this? They were just going to slap him on the feet a few more times with that fucking stick and send him on his way. Couldn't they just get over with or did they have to make him sit in here so he'd reflect?
"Jouju, this is the Four hundredth, seventy-second time you've been punished for your actions against your fellow students." The instructor bellowed, Hideaki turned his head away not paying attention, he'd been through it before. A regular basis kind of thing that bored him, he wanted to get back to class and learn again. He snorted for a moment as his eyes cut to the students who had started the fight, they were grinning from ear to ear. Headed towards one of the 'different' students about to pummel him in front of Hideaki, Hideaki wouldn't stand for it. Two years of going through it and basic training was enough, this was a school for GODS, death Gods yes, but Gods none-the-less! Surely the need to redicule their fellows was over with by now, did they not mature at all in their hundreds of years!? Centuries of time had passed and still it was as cruel as ever, now it was skin color or hair color; instead of being your social rank. That tore it! Hideaki's rage burst as he jumped through the window, he didn't need a zanpakuto to thrash those two punks. The pair may have been bigger and stronger than he was, but they were slow and hadn't paid attention during Hakuda class. Typical brutes, figured a sword would do everything for them; however, they would find out soon enough they did nothing. Hideaki thought to himself, just before the instructor bound him in a heavy bakudo, making Hideaki's drive worthless.
"Let me go!"
"Seems that you can't even restrain yourself even in the face of authority Hideaki...we have a place for people like you. I'll see to it that your transfer is completed right away." The instructor said grimly as he walked away. "You were so full of promise too, such a pity."
The Maggot's Nest:
It was only an hour later when a few squad two subordinates arrived and restrained Hideaki by his neck. A black cloth bag was thrown over his head. His arms were restrained behind his back with sekkiseki stone. There was no hope for escape, but he didn't bother resisting, the only alternative for him was death. He was ushered away with many students watching with dread in their eyes; Hideaki was little more than a sacrifice so that others wouldn't follow their example. As it would seem, prejudices didn't like being opposed. Shaking his head, despite the discomfort of the collar around his neck. He shouted out through the heavy black fabric. "One day I shall return and you will see what fools you all have been!" He screamed over and over, but the sound did not penetrate the mask, it only served to pacify any changes in the area further. Marching onward and onward, no idea where they were headed, only that he was headed away from the academy; however, he didn't care. What did it matter, he wasn't making any difference. Solitude....would it really be so bad? A place to be alone, only to see others when food was brought to him, but there was no freedom. He would have no ability to act as himself...maybe the trade of was worth? Hideaki attempted to rationalize and optimize the situation, but he was failing horribly. No matter how many times he attempted to make it seem like a good thing, he just couldn't. Arrival came about shortly after his internal debate, punctuated by the removal of the hood. Tossed into a cage like a rag doll and left there to rot, a sharp pain throbbed in his head. The memories returned, a simple trigger for him to realize all he had forgotten, what should have been buried. He uttered a low groan, he had been robbed of everything once more. Zanpakuto now on a wall far from his cell, but visible as if to taunt him, his feet shackled to the walls so he couldn't go very far. Caged, trapped in like a rat in some bizarree cat's scheme. All for what? A few snot-nosed freshman who he felt for? What the hell had he been thinking!?
"No...I won't reject my morals." He told himself as he took in a deep breathe and focused around him. Another simple cell, nothing but a bench and the shackles. Nothing to do, but to be alone and converse with himself for however long they expected him to be locked in this place. He sighed and laid on the barren floor, one shackled leg over the other. Darkness enveloped him, but not of death, no but of sleep and the dreams that carried him far from this place. Decades passed, he had arrived at the Seireitei when he was fifty-two in his total years, he was now about a hundred and ten. His appearance hadn't changed except he had become even more gangly from lack of nutrition. Haunched over, he stumbled about the Maggot's Nest for his daily exercise like the rest of them. Time....it moved so slowly now...he groaned before gargling the water given to him. Another day, but he responded normally, he hadn't become nor would he ever become like most of the other inhabitants. One struck at him, a blindly fast brute, but he moved out of the way easily, his years in the Maggot's nest already honed his senses. Far better, but far more violent training than he had ever received at the academy. Yet, he lacked in everything but hand to hand combat. No kidou had been learned, no swordsmanship...only the ability to knock someone senseless with his fist should he need to. Another fight erupted, guards came in, but instead of breaking it up, they began placing bets. Hideaki was still a greenhorn to them and their job was boring enough, all they did was stand there and keep watch. A few minutes couldn't hurt especially since no one ever came down there. One of the more dutiful guards kept watch, but still placed a bet on the fight. Hideaki ignored it, what was the point in getting upset anymore? He didn't stand a chance against them and they were just as bored as he was. Blaring pain erupted in a sunburst across his cheek as the brute struck him, but his body hadn't budged. Animal like grunts erupted from both of them, this is what they were now...animals...nothing more nothing less. Kept in pens and used for entertainment by the men who watched them; Hideaki spat in the man's eye, causing him to howl for a moment before kicking him in the groin. Nothing mattered at this point, nothing was too dirty, nothing was sacred. Just another day in Maggot's nest.
"Is this really what you want?" A whisper said, but where it came from he had no idea...so quiet...almost inaudible. No time to think, another raging series of blows came from the behemoth. Hideaki hadn't gained the strength to block, but he could dodge; the small frame of his body often came in handy in situations like this. One punch came soaring in from the flank, sinking just to the left of Hideaki's kidney. Another hammered in from overhead, aiming for his crown, maybe he should let him crack his skull. It would end of this misery and he could finally be free from it all. "Is that what you want?" The whisper returned, slightly louder, but Hideaki ignored it again. It was right though, he didn't want that. He wanted his life back! He wanted freedom and the ability to become everything he could possibly become. The blow hammered into the floor, creating a cloud of dust on contact; however, Hideaki was on the man's arm. Crouched like a monkey with both of his hands on the man's tricep he leapt, soaring freely through the air for a moment, before spirling around and wrapping his arms around his throat and his legs about his torso.
"God damn, your neck is thick!" Hideaki yelled as his grip tightened hold. A struggled, hands gripped and fought for position. Hideaki's opponent was too far gone to realize he could just fall backwards; instead, he flailed widely until he passed out from lack of air. At that point Hideaki released him and he was applauded by his spectators; they 'bow' was having a stone thrown at them before Hideaki retreated further into the nest. "I am not an animal!" He shouted victoriously as he retreated, but he was caroled once more and tossed back into his cell. It didn't matter to him, he just had to deal with it. Freedom would come another day.
Awakenings:
"A voice, is wasted if ears do not listen." The voice again...so bright and brilliant now...it used to be so quiet, but now it sounded amplified. As if it had been gathering strength over the years, the years of waiting and waiting in this cell.
"Ears are wasted if no voice will speak to them." Hideaki responded out loud as he played with one of the chains about his feet.
"I've taught you well Hideaki, seems you listen and now understand. You've been such a stubborn child always resisting my callings to you, maybe you just enjoyed ignoring me?"
"Maybe, I never even knew you existed....After all...I don't even know who or what you are. You could just be a figment of my imagination for all I know."
"That is possible, but if you turn your head to that wall, my true identity will be revealed." Hideaki's head turned on command and all that was there, was his zanpakuto resting in the same spot it always had. It was dirty now, smudged and stained completely, several bugs were crawling over it now. A testament to the stains that it now bared on its own psyche.
"My zanpakuto? So...you're the voice I was told to always listen for. Seems odd that I never noticed you until now."
"It was always too noisy everywhere else for you to hear me. You're thoughts were never clear enough or empty enough for me to flow in." Hideaki only nodded at the assessment, how could he argue? Academy days had been stressful and his mind was always focused on something other than his zanpakuto. He groaned now and apologized profusely, but his zanpakuto wouldn't have it.
"Hideaki...you realize that..you're psyche has changed and so have I....We are both different now and because you did not find me...I had to find you. You have a voice...you can call out to me, but you can not touch me. You can not reveal my power yet, but there is much I can teach you, from the observations I have made. I am ancient and have seen much, so we will continue your training and a day will come when you will be strong." Hideaki looked at his sword in disbelief and began laughing hysterically. One of the guards shouted, called him a hyena, but Hideaki shouted back he was a worm. The insults flew back and forth, but eventually stopped as the guard change occured.
"So...what would you have me do?" He asked his sword, still not knowing its name or its nature."
"Simply, I want you to train in everything you can while you are here. I have just the place for us." A flash, a brillant white flash as he was tugged deep into his own mind. A realm now devastated by war, a decimated city in every direction with a single crater surrounded by water in the center, in the middle of this a single stone where his spirit sat.
"So you've finally come Hideaki.....let us begin. You have much to learn...Kidou, Kenpo, Hand to Hand combat, everything to prepare you for the future." His spirit looked up, a ragged old man, his hands covering his face. Truly this was an ancient being, his body dilapidated so completely that bones made up his limbs. Wrapped so tightly in his coat that Hideaki imagined he could strangle himself in it. Almost cowering away from the man, Hideaki stared forward toward him, only to realize the man was blind.
"I....I will learn what you have to teach me, but...you are blind..."
"Blind men see in ways you can not imagine." The spirit responded and thus, the training began. Long years inside of his own mind to make up for the lost time at the Academy. So many hours laying his cell alone, only his spirit as company. Eventually it came to pass that it informed him of his name, but there was no use for it. He could only use shikai inside of his own mind, not in the physical world. Training became all he existed for, his spiritual energies growing as he stayed locked away from the Seireitei. It was grueling and taxing on him, his body used up many calories during his mental training, but bigger meals did not come. So he began to wither slowly, training slackened in response and took longer than necessary. Yet, it still continued, two and a half centuries passed. Hideaki had reached three hundredth and sixth birthday, no praise came of it as he sat up, his reiatsu clearly equal to any vice captains by this point. He coughed as a guard came by and looked down on him. Hideaki's appearance had leaned up some, muscled, but not much. He was no longer a frail twig, now he was just a regular twig with a little bark on it. Facial hair had grown heavily on him and his personal appearance almost mimicked his zanpakuto's. Smiling, the guard's brow furrowed.
"What you so happy about?"
"Today's my birthday."
"Oh? Really, congratulations, how old are you now? Its been at least three hundred years since you arrived hasn't it?"
"I just turned three hundred and sixty. Quite an accomplishment to make it to that age in here wouldn't you say?"
"I suppose."
"So...tell me how would you feel if you were in my position."
"Pissed" A flat response, the small talk was meant to end there, but Hideaki didn't bother with the social formalities that most bothered with. He merely chuckled, running his hand through the dust on the cells floor.
"You know...I was too at first, but then I slowly began to realize the amount of clarity I could gain in this place. Abilities that I could have never discovered in the academy."
"Thats nice."
"Yes, it sure is...especially the fact that Yogenshaga Joukeimasen is going to teach me bankai soon."
"Sure he is." The guard walked away and a moment later the physical appearance of Yogenshaga Joukeimasen appeared next to him.
"That was dangerous Hideaki."
"It doesn't matter...they can't stop us and further more who would believe me?"
Impossible
A ray of sunlight, a hot burst of air from the outside world and hands gripping Hideaki from every direction. Sekkiseki stone was placed upon him once again and he was carted off away from the Maggot's Nest. He figured he was about to be executed, a final end to this pathetic life of his, but his spirit told him otherwise. Not walking, he allowed himself to be dragged before he was pushed downward into a bowing position. There were voices all around him, mumbling, some shouting...a sudden cacophony. Pain...so much....pain erupted in his ears as he listened...he wasn't used to this...silence...he needed silence! He wanted to scream, but it welled up in his throat, on reflex, his reiatsu did the same. Built and built along with the bubble in his throat, until it exploded outward engulfing the room. A lower level captain's reiatsu, powerful, but untamed, unconditioned...it had no focus, no drive only the strength. A hush fell as he wept covering his ears, they bled now...so unaccustomed to the sound that the overly sensitive tissues had burst inside his ear drums. "Quiet...please...quiet...I...can't...take it yet....let....me...acclimate." He spoke and the voices around him listened. He was healed, the bleeding stopped and he was stood up slowly no one said a word as he was brought forward and sat down, but his head was kept bowed. A voice, gentle...came out in front of him, almost a whisper...few could hear him, but Hideaki caught it.
"Jouju, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Good...we summoned you here as we realize that you have gained immense strength since your time in the Maggot's Nest. You are too powerful to allow to stay inside of the Nest, but we feel that you are not ready for society. We are at an impasse, but we've decided something else for you."
"What is it?" Hideaki whispered, unable to control his voice right now, it squeaked weakly and only the people immediately in front of him heard it. No idea where he was, surrounded by strange people...all he could see was the blind white light beating down onto him and the pool it made on the floor.
"We've lost contact with an expeditionary force in Hueco Mundo. We have no idea where they've gone to and their last known coordinates were inside of the hollow forest. We want you to retrieve them for us."
"Am I free...if I succeed?"
"No...we've deemed it necessary for you to perform....thirty tasks similar to this before you can be released into society. At least so we can recognize if you are fit for it or not."
"How am I unfit? All I did was protect those who were different..."
"I have no idea what you're crime was, only the report that you're behavior was becoming increasingly unacceptable for a Shinigami."
"So be it....bring me my zanpakuto and I'll find them."
"Jouju, we fully expect you to fail, but we are giving you this chance. Your missions have all been deemed suicide and so...this is your death sentence. If you succeed you shall have your freedom, but it is doubtful you will." The man whispered in a pitieous voice. Hideaki's head came up for the first time and looked the man dead in the eyes.
"My convictions made the impossible, possible, your suicide missions mean nothing to me. I'll perform them all and gain my freedom. I have nothing more you can rob from me, so I'll see to it that I gain it all back. I hold nothing against you or anyone...only a deep sadness at the prejudices of this place and the idiotcy that claims itself supreme." Hideaki's words grated at the court around him, a sharp knife through the butter of mentality. The prejudices that he spoke of had already been dismantled, but it seemed he was the last victim of it. Council members looked at one another, but his sentence had already been set and without further notice...he was sent into the heart of Hueco Mundo.
Rebirth through Death
The mission went poorly, a disaster and a trap all rolled into one. Hollows had been awaiting for a rescue party...they had kept the squad there as bait. Hideaki walked right into it and walked out of it. After slaying a dozen hollows, he had been soaked in their blood...drenched head from toe; however there was just as much of his own covering him as well. Even with the immense amount of training he had received during his spirits watchful eye, he had no real combat experience. Brawls in the Maggot's nest could hardly count as all they did was knock each other around. He had collasped on one of the quartz trees in the forest, too exhausted to move after the battle. Hideaki's eyes glazed over as he watched in horror as the expedition team left him to die; having figured he was already dead what was the point in bring him back? The Senkaimon closed and there Hideaki was trapped...and likely to die.
Unable to move, he laid there giving into death as the world around him slowly lost focus, but something was different this time. What was it? What was this sensation that was overtaking him!? Blood had flowed into his throat, hollow blood now contaminating him; the metallic tasting liquid followed downward, but the reiatsu was infesting itself there. No control, no ability to reject it, was it poison? Unable to recall any lessons on this, he gave up the attempt and waited. Maybe he would heal before anything happened, maybe he could still get out of here. Yet, he had no reason to try...the next mission would be even more difficult and he had barely survived this one. Gargling the fresh spilled blood like mouth wash, the shinigami attempted to spit it away, but it only drained out through the gaps in his teeth. It happened then, the reiatsu that had been gathering...it broke, burst in his guts like a malestrom. Whiplashing rapidly about, he screamed in pain, as it echoed through out his entire body; the welcome loss of consciousness came, but something was different this time in that as well. His inner world had a new inhabitant awaiting him and he was hardly friendly. Screams....unending screams released from Hideaki's mouth as this...inner hollow beat him senseless. Young, agile, a head full of the brightest red hair, he was everything that Hideaki had wished to be and more...so powerful and so focused. A near omnipotent being, all of Hideaki's attacks were worthless against this creature dressed in a skier's coat and baggy pants. Slowly, his hand came up and pushed the goggles around his eyes away from his face.
"You're boring." He murmured as Hideaki laid in a second crater the creature had created after smacking him into the ground. He turned his attention from him as Hideaki laid there panting; meanwhile, his body now hollowfied was rampaging through the Hollow Forests. Feasting as it went and destorying as much of the area as it could. Hideaki couldn't believe what he had become, but what could he do. Bowing his head in an admission of defeat he watched...as he was imprisoned once more, now only inside his own mind. Silence occured, but this appeared to be the creatures weakness, it craved attention, wanted it so badly. It begged and pleaded, but neither Hideaki nor Yogenshaga would speak to him. A full day passed, Hideaki was lossing strength, becoming assimilated into this thing, but then a miracle. A ripping noise echoed through out the whole of Hideaki's mentality, the thing was splitting in half. A body was now forming to as an insane reaitsu of purple oozed from him in waves. So strong was this wave that it had enough power to blow Hideaki back from his position, but he watched. His chance occured and the two new beings came forward, one instantly laid down completely ignoring the other; meanwhile the other was rushing towards Hideaki. A few blows came forward from the twisted, immature little man who was striking at him, but they were much weaker than the previous version. Hand to hand was one of the few things Hideaki had managed to practice religiously, so without much adu, the pair squared off in a brawl, that was over as soon as it began.
"You aren't as strong as you used to be punk! Now give me back my body!" Hideaki screamed at him as his hand caught a hold of the young man's head and thrust him into the ground. Hideaki's eyes burned toward the other one, who simply waved his hand up and told him to take it. He didn't care, raising an eyebrow and furrowing his brow he moved towards him.
"Listen, I don't really give a shit...that other want got all of that. I just want to curl up with a good book. So here's the deal, you leave me alone and be sure to get me a good read from time to time and I won't bother you ok?"
"Err...sounds good to me...." Hideaki said taken a back, but did as the thing asked and was soon in control of his body. Hideaki found himself standing in the middle of a devastated forest, broken piles of quartz were everywhere and bodies of hollows littered the ground in every direction. Just how....had he managed so much destruction in so short a time? Puzzle upon puzzle along with imprisonments had been Hideaki's life, but for once...he found himself free. Returning to the Seireitei was not an option anymore...not with those things inside of him. No...he had to find somewhere else to go...maybe he could go to the human world? If he supressed his reiatsu enough perhaps it could work.
"It's better than anything else I suppose" Yogenshaga said to him reverently, now dealing with
"I have no quarrels with this." Another voice came from inside him, obviously the lazy half of the beast that had been beating him senseless. A muffled noise came as well, then the sound of a pop as a head escaped the ground.
"Do they have lots of good food there?"
"I suppose?" Hideaki answered the hyperactive man-child that was now an inhabitant inside his own head.
"YIPPIE I'M IN!"
Syndicate:
Hideaki eventually found his way into the human world after about a week of wandering through Hueco Mundo. An apathetic Koobe, the intelligent one, informed him they could open a gargunta there for him. Pissed off and exhausted, Hideaki eventually stumbled into the human world and was met by a most peculiar man. The man informed him of what he was now and told him in exchange for some information, he would lead him to people just like him. Hideaki agreed and informed him of how the Maggot's Nest was run and the current occupants. Eventually he was lead to the Syndicate...a group of vizards whom had been gaining some influence in the spiritual world. It didn't take long for Hideaki to find his niche amongst them and grow stronger. Skipping another three hundred and twenty eight years, Hideaki has been properly trained by the syndicate in controlling his inner hollows and how to use their power. Along with this, they gave him proper training in everything else as well. Promising to serve the Syndicate until he perished Hideaki came into the Third Council seat. A coveted position that Hideaki had fought tooth and nail for. Currently, Hideaki learns more about technology and surveillance everyday. He delights in finds new ways to keep tabs on anything and everything going on around the Syndicate.
Additional Info:
General
Name: Yogenshaga Joukeimasen (The Prophet who does not see)
Spirit Description:
Yogenshaga Joukeimasen, like the name suggests, appears as a very old and very blind old man. The man always appears sitting cross legged like he is in some sort of meditation and babbles incoherently under his breath unless addressed by Hideaki, who then speaks sagely and rather verbosely through his wrinkled and very small mouth. The old man has very little skin showing with only his lips showing from under the large rimmed hat he wears and even that is mostly hidden by a bushy grey beard which he has wrapped around his neck like a scarf and hanging into his lap. His bony fingers hidden beneath his long sleeves can be seen rustling around in this great beard twining the threads of hair into a braid. His body from what can be told of when he moves has withered away to nearly nothing, as neither his chest or legs nor his arms make any impression against the large linen patchwork that he calls a shroud. Pieces of numerous different articles are sown into the shroud each of a different texture and sometimes of different color; on closure inspection the shroud is shown to be woven together by the spirit’s beard.
When the spirit looks up, most are in for a surprise, the spirit lacks any sort of eyes and if questioned about his hands; he will tell you that is what he is searching for inside his beard. During Bankai his appearance reverts to a slightly younger age and he shows his face which is now incredibly wrinkled with age. His eyes are now locked in place of their sockets blindingly beautiful in their greenish, grey blue. His hands are shown now as well folded together respectfully in front of himself as he meditates calmly on the universe around him.
Sealed:
Yogenshaga Joukeimasen's sealed state is probably the least impressive of all zanpakuto, it is little more than a knife. Yogenshaga when sealed is only about ten inches in length from blade to hilt with an extra four inches of the hilt. The blade shines in the light and reflects everything it touches like water, with a slight distortion. The mirror like surface of the blade is due to the nullification of all impurities on the surface, there is no trace of any sort of 'base' materials and the blade seems to be forged from a single piece of extremely hard steel, versus several. The blade's hilt is a solid black with only a single white thread looped into the pommel. Otherwise there is nothing else of note about the blade aside from the fact Hideaki stores it in his vest.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: "Preach, Yogenshaga Joukeimasen"
Appearance:
Yogenshaga Joukeimasen's shikai is an occularphobes nightmare come true. Once the activation phrase has been stated the blade hums and incondeses in the air; the process takes only a split second before the blade expands violently and turns into eye with two irises on either side. A clear crystaline casing covers the two eyes pressing them into place as a golden trim forms around the glass. The area inside of the glass not covered by the eyes forms into a pink-fleshy substance similar to the surroundings of the schela. The golden trim forges a edge around the crystal structure and turns white at the tips; however this extends further outward into an seven inches of blade into the head of a spear. Both sides of this spear are incredibly sharp, comparable to razor blade. The crystal at full growth is about two feet long ways with a four inch width; this causes the eyes inside to become enlongated and give them a serpent like appearance. Once the blade is finished the handle extends outward in tether of brown straps ended in a small claw holding an orb, this section adds another three feet. The finished product appears to be a hybrid between a spear and a blade with an extremely long handle, but a thick sword like blade.
Abilities:
Observance:
This ability begins the instant Shikai is activated, Yogenshaga's eyes dilate rapidly, before two more eyes produce and float around Hideaki's body. These eyes can serve two purposes, the first is that they literally transmit information directly into Hideaki's mind. In this manner Hideaki becomes like a computer monitor connected to two different servers. Both his eyes and Yogenshaga's eyes will send him visual information, effectively giving him eyes in the back of his head or anywhere else he needs them. Secondly, these eyes can be attached to any other combatant or civilian in the area, this creates a 'bond' between Hideaki and the victim. The victim suffers no ill effects aside from Hideaki constantly knows where they are and what they are doing at all times. Of course the information still comes in from a first-person point of view, but it is still useful for fighting faster opponents or observational missions. These eyes require no reiatsu to use; however, during the second stage of the ability, the further the distance is from Hideaki, the more reiatsu the ability will consume. Observing between spiritual planes is impossible and observing from the other side of the planet is a near fatal amount of reiatsu absorbation.
Dilatation:
This ability consumes two percent of Hideaki's total reiatsu during the time of activation. Yogenshaga's observational eyes will dilate wide and 'consume' any reiatsu based ability that Hideaki fires. Once this is done, the irises of the eyes will close back to normal. Doing this allows Hideaki to refire the hado or bakudo at no expense to himself from anywhere he wishes. This allows for more flexability during combat with reiatsu abilities, enabling the user to launch sneak attacks at any moment.
Bankai
Activation Phrase: "Bankai": Shiga no Yagensha!"
Appearance:
Shiga no Yogensha replicates its shikai form in only that it produces observational eyes, but does so en masse. Instead of having only two observational eyes, Shiga no Yogensha creates fifty about Hideaki. All of these eyes can be controlled freely and likewise transmit any visible data to Hideaki. Each of the eyes takes up the space of a grown-man’s fist with a dark-Velcro like substance making up the back of the eye. The fronts meanwhile are bright white with no signs of redness and icy blue irises. Shiga no Yogensha’s primary body does not appear as a sword this time, but rather as a glaive.
The glaive portion of Shiga no Yogensha is about seven feet across with a foot and a half handle made of polished sandal-wood. The handle carefully cradles two glass like structures which curve upward at first making two peaks in the blade, before curling backwards like a recurve bow. Both of the blades are a blood-red color with two eyes sitting in the middle. Both of the eyes stare lifeless ahead at all times, only stopping to blink every now and again.
Abilities:
Dilatation:
Just as it was in Shikai, Shiga no Yagensha's eyes can open their irises and absorb reiatsu based abilities fired from Hideaki; however, during Bankai they take this a step further. Once fired from either Hideaki's hand or another eye. Any other eye can move directly into the path of the reiatsu and reabsorb it, before remaining stationary and firing in a single observable direction. Up to four eyes can do this at a time allowing for Hideaki to launch a single technique five times at the cost of firing it once, plus four percent of his reiatsu.
The All-Seeing Eye:
The All-Seeing Eye replicates the eye on the back of any U.S. dollar by creating a massive eye out of any five of Hideaki’s total eyes. These eyes merge in a grotesque manner, ramming into each other and creating a fleshy sack that eventually becomes a much larger eye. Any all-seeing eye is about as large as a normal human being and thusly acts as a much better conduit for reiatsu based abilities than the smaller eyes during dilation. This is not the true purpose of the All-seeing eye though. When an All-Seeing eye is brought onto the battle-field it slowly absorbs the light in the area and spreads it about to the other eyes in the area. Every turn an All-seeing Eye is active on the battlefield, it absorbs another 1/6th of total light in the area, this includes electrical light, natural light and light from reiatsu based abilities. The only way to restore light to an area once it has been drained by the All-seeing eye is to destroy all of the observational eyes and the All-seeing Eye. Though every time one-fifth of the eyes are destroyed a large explosion of light will rock the area, similar to a large-scale flash bang. Destroying the All-seeing eye itself will produce one of these. During the period of time light has been robbed from the area, only those with observational eyes planted on them will be allowed to see in the darkness. Creating an All-Seeing Eye can only be done twice per thread and consumes ten percent of Hideaki's total reiatsu.
Argos Form:
Simply as it sounds, Hideaki draws in all of the observational eyes in the area to himself and restoring those that were destoryed. At this point Hideaki covers his body in the eyes allowing him to see in a three-hundred and six degree radius as well as directly below and above him at the same time. Not only this, but Hideaki can now fire reiatsu based abilities from any point of his body with no pose. The only tell given now is that the eye which the energy will fire from will dilate quickly before launching the attack. The downside to this is that Hideaki can no longer position his eyes freely about the battle-field without first disengaging his bankai.
Appearance:
Hideaki's inner hollows, Nigate and Koobe, appear as two young men most likely in either their late teens or very early twenties. Nigate is the wilder of the two with black hair tinted purple and dark red eyes; his attire reflects his rebellious personality as he wears long tattered cargo pants with a green jacket tied around his waist making him appear slobbish in comparsion to Hideaki and Koobe's appearence. Nigate's shirt is black and has orange lines running down the sleeves and chest as well as forming a circle around the hem of the shirt which has been made unrealistically wide to allow his neck more freedom. The result leaves him with an aggressive lean in his posture which makes him appear a bit more savage than he really is.
General Info
Name: Hideaki Jouju
Gender: Male
Age: 678
Ranking: Council Member Rank 3
Physical Description:
Hideaki Jouju can not be said to reflect the age that he was born in nor can he be said to reflect much of anything else. His body is long and lanky giving him the sort of look that makes it look like the wind could blow him away at a moments notice. Though he rather solidly built, Jouju’s body has little in the way of muscle which leads many to think he’s much younger than he really is, even in gigai. His body lacks any sort of hair aside from whiskers on his chin and upper lip which he keeps shaved down to the point that noticing shows. Which again keeps his appearance looking rather young, though he once allowed his hair to grow on it’s own as it wished. It began to turn grey and soon he was being called ‘withered old man’, he went into a store to dye his hair, but they used the wrong color ending up turning his hair green. Deciding that he could live with this, he cut his hair down to neck level and continued to dye his hair in the same manner eventually resulting in most of the vizards saying he had hit a midlife crisis and was doing everything he could to feel young again. Jouju however, was simply a premature greyer rather than truly being ancient like some said. Generally speaking most of his facial features reflect the same degree of form of his body; he has a small rather unimposing nose which breaks to the right due to a fracture caused in battle against another vizard. His lips are very thin giving them an almost cold, blue look to them behind the natural redness, while his mouth forms a baseline with his chin making a near jar like closure when his head is held down. Hideaki’s eyes however are rather soft with their faded brown hue giving him a sort of been there done that look along with the rest of him.
His dress is rather conservative leaving Hideaki as probably the best dressed member of the vizards to date. Usually dressed akin to a bartender, Hideaki’s clothing normally consists of a long black pair of slacks which seem to be a little too long for him and thusly hang a little bit over the brown and silver dress shoes that he wears. The top of his outfit will normally consist of a plain white t-shirt, with a white button down over it. Hideaki also wears a simple brown belt to hold up his trousers embedded in the center of said belt is large rectangular buckle which opens up to reveal numerous paper seals for several of Hideaki’s Hados. All of that mentioned the most important part has been ignored, his fedora hat which he never goes anywhere without. The fedora was handcrafted by the finest wool and furs available at the time and pain staking crafted by the hands of blind monks in the mountains of Tibet, then blessed in the sacred spring in front of Mt. Fuji before a Buddhist priest used pieces of his own cloth to finish the hat. Hideaki’s hat is said to cost a small fortune nearly enough to buy a large household or possibly four thousand head of oxen. In reality the hat was originally made for Michael Jackson and Hideaki just doesn’t want to admit that he stole it.
Personality
Jouju’s personality can be pretty much compressed down to one phrase, the normal one. Given most of the vizard’s pretense of either: self entitlement, drunkenness or even depression at their situations; Jouju has adapted well and has even thrived in his new situation, proving himself flexible even when under fire. He is a natural born strategist keeping his mind focused on what is happening around him and behind him and not just in front of him and then taking advantage of the moments. He never charges head first into battle instead, he lures opponents into traps and then sees that their destructions are orchestrated master pieces of genius through webs upon webs of obstacles. As expected from his battle preferences Jouju is a well-read individual and well versed in most forms of literature though he finds himself repulsed by most modern writers such as Stephenie Meyer and other emulators. He finds their works uninspired and simple projection works which make him want to regurgitate anything that might be on his stomach at the time.
Even though he was born several hundred years before the advent of electricity, Hideaki finds a general liking toward all manners of electronics and even fell into Apple I-phone craze, breaking down and buying himself one which he then converted into a spirit phone as well. He has no real clue where his love of the new devices came from he just knew ever since he saw the first home computer in the 1980s that he had to have one and that he had to understand everything about it. Maybe it has something to do with Jouju’s unnaturally high curiosity or maybe something about over coming the challenges presented through the changes of his existence, but one thing is sure…Jouju loves his computer. More often than not, Jouju can be found somewhere in the darker regions of the Brotherhood’s compound analyzing any and all data that has been presented to him in combat via a spirit-recording bugs which he has spread over his own body and though he has asked many of the other vizards to do so as well; he just can’t seem to get them to agree to it. Most likely something to do with the idea of ‘bugs’ being some sort creepy crawling thing on their body. He however can not maximize the efficiency of the matters like a member of the science division in the Seireiti could do to lack of materials and equipment necessary to nullify abilities with counter-measures. What he can do is be forewarned the next time he has to face said opponent, though he seems to have an aversion to fighting the same person twice.
Although Jouju is probably the most level headed of the vizards with maybe an exception in Ashley, he seems to enjoy his free time the most. If he isn’t at work or analyzing data for battles, he’s out enjoying the finest Japan has to offer. Generally meaning that he’s at an arcade or enjoying a hot meal at one of the local restaurants. He is rarely ever alone however; he often takes other members of the council along with him if they will agree to join him. He isn’t much for being alone for long periods of time. Even when he is analyzing data he will call for others to analyze it with him, often criticizing himself over errors that he makes in combat or laughing at himself when he finds himself getting beaten horribly. Though light-hearted in these situations, it’s mostly a front so others can grow stronger; his enemies always see a different side of him. They see the cold, cunning and ruthless predator aiming to trap and impale anything foolish enough to be considered his prey. His demeanor in battle is said to be like a silent clown, constantly moving about in dance like motions revealing openings only for them later to turn out to be traps all the while smiling darkly underneath the rim of his fedora, as he leads the victim further and further into his carnival of agony.
Not to say that he is twisted or enjoys seeing people in pain, it is just the way Hideaki fights. He is just as likely to leave a victim withering in agony on the field as they wait for help as he is to grant a merciful death. Despite this, he is indifferent to the sight of death by now as he has been surrounded by it most if not all of his life. While many would have been crushed by it, Hideaki over came the trials and tribulations of such things, especially during his years as the captain of squad six when he saw a multitude of men die during pursuits against hollows. He has become rather calloused to the sight of the death to the point of nothing short of a massacre or the total annihilation of someone close to him will even faze him. However, this isn’t to say he is emotionless as he will often find himself impressed or happy when one of the other vizards shows promise in anything that they do and deep sadness when one is grieving or sullen themselves. He isn’t miming them, he is actually a very compassionate soul and cares for how the living feel, death without someone else’s reaction just doesn’t bother him at all. Though because of his way of speaking, an eloquent and sometimes sarcastic tone which makes things out to be more than they often are, some think he is rather heartless. This is a misconception as it is merely his way of speaking just as if he was from the south he would have a draw, instead he speaks this way. Granted it’s not the best for negotiations or even when speaking to people in general he has worked a way to speak with out his accent, though he slips occasionally.
Jouju’s activities outside of computing, training and analyzing data include, but aren’t limited to writing for a local magazine which specializes in modern technology and pop culture as well as learning foreign languages so he can speak to vizards that might not be able to speak Japanese or English. He is currently working on learning French and German, but both are shaky at best granted many members have told him that he isn’t really suitable for foreign affairs. None the less Jouju still practices the languages to gain new information and possibly the ability to speak to others should the time come. Along with this, his one vice shines through; Jouju is an avid gambler and nearly breaks down into a frenzy whenever someone around the compound breaks out a deck of cards and asks if anyone wants to play. At that point, the card shark in him comes out and oh boy, had you best watch out! Officially one of the best poker players and pool sharks in the vizards a fair amount of the vizards’ combined income usually ends up in his pocket after poker night though if Ashley plays they generally split the pot. Though when it comes to pool no one has ever beaten Jouju, he knows the game is nothing more than simply geometry a course that he completed without even opening his eyes. The games mechanics are nearly second nature to him though it did take a few years of training to get at the level he is currently sitting at. His love of the game prompted him to buy two pool tables for the Brotherhood.
Jouju’s interpretations of the races is sparing to say the least, he really doesn’t seem to care if you are a hollow, arrancar, bount, human, shinigami, vizard or even a mod soul. If you’re an ally you’re an ally, if you’re an enemy you’re an enemy is how he sees things. While his vision isn’t truly black and white, he doesn’t see the point in holding a vendetta against any singular race though he does have a tendency to kill a hollow faster than any of the others. After all five hundred years of hunting the bastards down can’t be erased on a moments notice. Arrancar as well are difficult to leave alive simply for the fact that they are little more than advanced hollows, despite their separate ties, he sees them as the same thing and the Horrors are just the top of the ladder of their evolution though he knows drawing his blade against one of them is certain death, at least alone anyway. His other preferences are generally mild and leave him plenty of wiggle room to decide from person to person.
Speaking of his interpretations of people, his own interpretations of other things are just as bland. His preferences of food are almost split as evenly into black and white. Hideaki can’t stand any sort of sour foods, lemons, tarts, sour candies and right down to the last one he can not stand them. In contrast sweets make his mouth water in the most particular way, especially cakes and pies. He will devour them rapidly as he ever seldom had anything of the like when he was growing up or even as an adult in his culture as sugar was a rare commodity. Even so, his favorite meal is a simple dish of sticky rice and roasted pork and occasionally, if he can get his hands on it, duck in any variety.
History:
A small cry rocked through the silence of the night on the cold afternoon of January fifteenth as a baby was born. His name was quickly named Hideaki Jouju because of his birth as male and the brilliance that he appeared to be made of in that moment or clarity. The Jouju family quickly raised the son as he should be raised, strong and able bodied and brilliant in all ways as the Jouju family could afford especially since they were nobles in their time. Hideaki grew, he grew strong and he grew proud of his heritage and even prouder still of his people and their way of life. He found a simple happiness in all that they did and each day even as he practiced his calligraphy daily, he found joy in all that he did. The young man grew and continued to grow in this way until eventually he was no longer a boy, but a man in the advisory of the Emperor and the Daimyo; his wings seemed to be checking quite a bit of wind and his handsome face caught the eye of many young girls. However; it appeared that the Daimyo’s wife coveted the young man for his intelligence and looks and wanted him for herself. He turned her down and like David before him was cast into prison for what the Daimyo’s wife called rape. Hideaki stayed there for years rotting away in prison and eventually when a revolution came and over threw the current Daimyo, Hideaki was forgotten. His family long since assumed him dead with no contact what so ever and those that had come during the revolution recognized him as one of the leaders whom helped to repress them in the years before. Left to die from starvation or thirst, Hideaki simply uttered out a simple cry for food or water every day at periodic times, every day his cry getting louder until his voice withered away like Adonis whom we know today as the cricket.
“Bread….” Hideaki called out through the bars of his cell scratching and screaming with what he had left his now withered frame. The years in prison had not been kind to him and now he could barely move against the shackles about his feet. The people had long since left the place and only rain that fell kept him alive. Though the substance from water alone would not be enough and what had been left of his rations were gone. It was now his third month in this cell after the revolution. The third month after he had been forgotten; the cell smelled horribly of human feces and decomposition of other organisms around him. The walls were slick with damp fungus and the once glinting metal chains around his bench had rusted. He was in a hell hole among hell holes, sighing slowly, he brought his cupped hands up and drank the sweat that had pooled into them as he needed to be hydrated while the sun beat on him on the hot summers day. The cage was baking him inside and out as the light shone down on the slick surface of the stone and beat onto Hideaki, there was no way to find shade, no way to hydrate himself. His eyes closed then as he thought maybe he would just rest for a moment, then everything faded into darkness forever as his head crashed against the stone.
Pre-Shinigami
Hideaki awoke with a scream and shot upright panting as cold sweat beaded down his side making him glisten in the cool nights air. He was in an old hut that he didn’t recognize with a family he knew nothing about, they tended to him and over time he grew to see why they were his family now. The area he was in was the outskirts of a placed called the Seireiti and only the shinigami were allowed in there. If Hideaki could have remembered his life before he would have felt betrayed by death as he had traded one monarchy for another it would seem. Fate has a funny way of repeating itself however as Hideaki was soon stricken with a horrible case of hunger one day and groveled for bread just as he had done before in his cell. Now his cell was the foreign streets of North District Two and his captor still hunger. The wheel of the life always seems to draw one full circle until they gain enough force to break it, he had suffered greatly in his life and in death he continued to suffer. However, as the great wheel of life was about to turn once more. So was Hideaki’s raise to greatness and power. It started out simply with a humble plea for just a simple loaf of bread and an answer from those whom he should have hated the most.
“Just…a loaf of bread…please, just a loaf of bread.” He begged once more and was spat upon by the people who he called neighbor just a week before. They screamed out him and gnashed their teeth calling him a begger and that he should go to the eightieth district where he belonged. There was no way he could be hungry, spirits didn’t get hungry! Someone even went as far to throw a stone at him and soon a multitude were being thrown before one of the shinigami stepped in the way. Battered and covered in bruises Hideaki was about to lose consciousness when his eyes turned to the man whom saved him. Looking up was a challenge as he was almost too weak to move. He asked again for just a simple loaf of bread and his stomach gave a weak lurch before he was carried off on the unknown man’s shoulder. Whoever he was, he must have been massive as he picked him up as if he was a twig and when he looked down he could barely make out the bricks on the ground. The details were blurry from then on out, but he remembered seeing a badge on the mans arm, he thought it read Vice Captain of squad three, but he couldn’t remember afterwards; his psyche was far too shattered by his overwhelming hunger and the reaction he had faced.
The only thing he could remember about the incident afterwards was the power of the shinigami and the kindness that was shown to him. Little did he know the kindness had been superficial at best and only been done to add another member to their ranks. In time Hideaki would discover this and again feel betrayed by the people whom he trusted most. When he awoke this time, the area was much nicer than before and he could feel himself wrapped up in a shinigami’s attire. Left beside him was a simple note that read, welcome to the Seireiti. There is a plate of food outside the door though we feed you some already, though you most likely will not remember. Once you’ve finished eating, please speak with the first shinigami you see and ask where you can find the Academy. At first he was simply confused by the command wanting to know more and to at least meet the man that had saved his life. That appeared a little to much to ask however as he never encountered the particular character again until he was long out of the academy and moved up in the ranks of the Soul Society. As soon as he had finished eating the plate of stir fry that had been left beside his door, Hideaki stood and began his life as an Academy student. Excessive was the only word that came to mind as he wandered the halls of the Seireiti. Hideaki’s awakening had been nothing short of apathetic on their part; most of the students and members of this ‘elite’ region turned their noses up on sight. A few had even attempted to escort him off of the grounds only for the sight of the letter causing them to scoff then drop him. Hideaki found himself loathing this place even more than the Rukongai as at least there no one acted superior. Well…they had, but he had also been out panhandling for bread so they had reason. He thought he was going to be saved, given a new life and instead he found himself repeating once more. After speaking with what seemed like a thousand shinigami, one finally lead him to the Academy; the place seemed vibrant in comparison to the rest of the white washed place. He admitted that there was an odd charm to the masonry and bleached appearance of the Seireiti, but it also imposed greatly. It preached of uniformity and respect, not that anyone paid him the same. Eventually Hideaki acclimated to the prejudice presented to him and soon it was forgotten, other newbies entered and they took his place; an outsider no longer Hideaki still begrudged those who would condem those simply for being different than themselves. His convinction to protect those who were different would become ironic in his later years.
Academy:
Hideaki wasn't like the other students, his instructors and supervisors realized this quickly. Fights erupted around him constantly, not of his own design, but because he extended a hand out to the stranger students. Student whom had been marked for the maggot's nest by the time they entered the academy, but Hideaki changed that for them; however, his anger and zealous nature for it grew to be too much. Everyday was another issue, another class interrupted, another malfunction in kidou or an 'accident' during Kenpo training. His file kept growing and growing, not that he cared, he wished people would end their retarded prejudices, after all what did it matter they were all dead anyway. Hideaki cracked his neck as he sat in the discipline position, he had probably spent a full weeks worth of time in this position over the course of the last two months, but it didn't bother him. His body had already become used to the cold floors, the awkward arching of his feet and the lectures pushed onto him by ego-centric blowhards. What the hell was the point in all of this? They were just going to slap him on the feet a few more times with that fucking stick and send him on his way. Couldn't they just get over with or did they have to make him sit in here so he'd reflect?
"Jouju, this is the Four hundredth, seventy-second time you've been punished for your actions against your fellow students." The instructor bellowed, Hideaki turned his head away not paying attention, he'd been through it before. A regular basis kind of thing that bored him, he wanted to get back to class and learn again. He snorted for a moment as his eyes cut to the students who had started the fight, they were grinning from ear to ear. Headed towards one of the 'different' students about to pummel him in front of Hideaki, Hideaki wouldn't stand for it. Two years of going through it and basic training was enough, this was a school for GODS, death Gods yes, but Gods none-the-less! Surely the need to redicule their fellows was over with by now, did they not mature at all in their hundreds of years!? Centuries of time had passed and still it was as cruel as ever, now it was skin color or hair color; instead of being your social rank. That tore it! Hideaki's rage burst as he jumped through the window, he didn't need a zanpakuto to thrash those two punks. The pair may have been bigger and stronger than he was, but they were slow and hadn't paid attention during Hakuda class. Typical brutes, figured a sword would do everything for them; however, they would find out soon enough they did nothing. Hideaki thought to himself, just before the instructor bound him in a heavy bakudo, making Hideaki's drive worthless.
"Let me go!"
"Seems that you can't even restrain yourself even in the face of authority Hideaki...we have a place for people like you. I'll see to it that your transfer is completed right away." The instructor said grimly as he walked away. "You were so full of promise too, such a pity."
The Maggot's Nest:
It was only an hour later when a few squad two subordinates arrived and restrained Hideaki by his neck. A black cloth bag was thrown over his head. His arms were restrained behind his back with sekkiseki stone. There was no hope for escape, but he didn't bother resisting, the only alternative for him was death. He was ushered away with many students watching with dread in their eyes; Hideaki was little more than a sacrifice so that others wouldn't follow their example. As it would seem, prejudices didn't like being opposed. Shaking his head, despite the discomfort of the collar around his neck. He shouted out through the heavy black fabric. "One day I shall return and you will see what fools you all have been!" He screamed over and over, but the sound did not penetrate the mask, it only served to pacify any changes in the area further. Marching onward and onward, no idea where they were headed, only that he was headed away from the academy; however, he didn't care. What did it matter, he wasn't making any difference. Solitude....would it really be so bad? A place to be alone, only to see others when food was brought to him, but there was no freedom. He would have no ability to act as himself...maybe the trade of was worth? Hideaki attempted to rationalize and optimize the situation, but he was failing horribly. No matter how many times he attempted to make it seem like a good thing, he just couldn't. Arrival came about shortly after his internal debate, punctuated by the removal of the hood. Tossed into a cage like a rag doll and left there to rot, a sharp pain throbbed in his head. The memories returned, a simple trigger for him to realize all he had forgotten, what should have been buried. He uttered a low groan, he had been robbed of everything once more. Zanpakuto now on a wall far from his cell, but visible as if to taunt him, his feet shackled to the walls so he couldn't go very far. Caged, trapped in like a rat in some bizarree cat's scheme. All for what? A few snot-nosed freshman who he felt for? What the hell had he been thinking!?
"No...I won't reject my morals." He told himself as he took in a deep breathe and focused around him. Another simple cell, nothing but a bench and the shackles. Nothing to do, but to be alone and converse with himself for however long they expected him to be locked in this place. He sighed and laid on the barren floor, one shackled leg over the other. Darkness enveloped him, but not of death, no but of sleep and the dreams that carried him far from this place. Decades passed, he had arrived at the Seireitei when he was fifty-two in his total years, he was now about a hundred and ten. His appearance hadn't changed except he had become even more gangly from lack of nutrition. Haunched over, he stumbled about the Maggot's Nest for his daily exercise like the rest of them. Time....it moved so slowly now...he groaned before gargling the water given to him. Another day, but he responded normally, he hadn't become nor would he ever become like most of the other inhabitants. One struck at him, a blindly fast brute, but he moved out of the way easily, his years in the Maggot's nest already honed his senses. Far better, but far more violent training than he had ever received at the academy. Yet, he lacked in everything but hand to hand combat. No kidou had been learned, no swordsmanship...only the ability to knock someone senseless with his fist should he need to. Another fight erupted, guards came in, but instead of breaking it up, they began placing bets. Hideaki was still a greenhorn to them and their job was boring enough, all they did was stand there and keep watch. A few minutes couldn't hurt especially since no one ever came down there. One of the more dutiful guards kept watch, but still placed a bet on the fight. Hideaki ignored it, what was the point in getting upset anymore? He didn't stand a chance against them and they were just as bored as he was. Blaring pain erupted in a sunburst across his cheek as the brute struck him, but his body hadn't budged. Animal like grunts erupted from both of them, this is what they were now...animals...nothing more nothing less. Kept in pens and used for entertainment by the men who watched them; Hideaki spat in the man's eye, causing him to howl for a moment before kicking him in the groin. Nothing mattered at this point, nothing was too dirty, nothing was sacred. Just another day in Maggot's nest.
"Is this really what you want?" A whisper said, but where it came from he had no idea...so quiet...almost inaudible. No time to think, another raging series of blows came from the behemoth. Hideaki hadn't gained the strength to block, but he could dodge; the small frame of his body often came in handy in situations like this. One punch came soaring in from the flank, sinking just to the left of Hideaki's kidney. Another hammered in from overhead, aiming for his crown, maybe he should let him crack his skull. It would end of this misery and he could finally be free from it all. "Is that what you want?" The whisper returned, slightly louder, but Hideaki ignored it again. It was right though, he didn't want that. He wanted his life back! He wanted freedom and the ability to become everything he could possibly become. The blow hammered into the floor, creating a cloud of dust on contact; however, Hideaki was on the man's arm. Crouched like a monkey with both of his hands on the man's tricep he leapt, soaring freely through the air for a moment, before spirling around and wrapping his arms around his throat and his legs about his torso.
"God damn, your neck is thick!" Hideaki yelled as his grip tightened hold. A struggled, hands gripped and fought for position. Hideaki's opponent was too far gone to realize he could just fall backwards; instead, he flailed widely until he passed out from lack of air. At that point Hideaki released him and he was applauded by his spectators; they 'bow' was having a stone thrown at them before Hideaki retreated further into the nest. "I am not an animal!" He shouted victoriously as he retreated, but he was caroled once more and tossed back into his cell. It didn't matter to him, he just had to deal with it. Freedom would come another day.
Awakenings:
"A voice, is wasted if ears do not listen." The voice again...so bright and brilliant now...it used to be so quiet, but now it sounded amplified. As if it had been gathering strength over the years, the years of waiting and waiting in this cell.
"Ears are wasted if no voice will speak to them." Hideaki responded out loud as he played with one of the chains about his feet.
"I've taught you well Hideaki, seems you listen and now understand. You've been such a stubborn child always resisting my callings to you, maybe you just enjoyed ignoring me?"
"Maybe, I never even knew you existed....After all...I don't even know who or what you are. You could just be a figment of my imagination for all I know."
"That is possible, but if you turn your head to that wall, my true identity will be revealed." Hideaki's head turned on command and all that was there, was his zanpakuto resting in the same spot it always had. It was dirty now, smudged and stained completely, several bugs were crawling over it now. A testament to the stains that it now bared on its own psyche.
"My zanpakuto? So...you're the voice I was told to always listen for. Seems odd that I never noticed you until now."
"It was always too noisy everywhere else for you to hear me. You're thoughts were never clear enough or empty enough for me to flow in." Hideaki only nodded at the assessment, how could he argue? Academy days had been stressful and his mind was always focused on something other than his zanpakuto. He groaned now and apologized profusely, but his zanpakuto wouldn't have it.
"Hideaki...you realize that..you're psyche has changed and so have I....We are both different now and because you did not find me...I had to find you. You have a voice...you can call out to me, but you can not touch me. You can not reveal my power yet, but there is much I can teach you, from the observations I have made. I am ancient and have seen much, so we will continue your training and a day will come when you will be strong." Hideaki looked at his sword in disbelief and began laughing hysterically. One of the guards shouted, called him a hyena, but Hideaki shouted back he was a worm. The insults flew back and forth, but eventually stopped as the guard change occured.
"So...what would you have me do?" He asked his sword, still not knowing its name or its nature."
"Simply, I want you to train in everything you can while you are here. I have just the place for us." A flash, a brillant white flash as he was tugged deep into his own mind. A realm now devastated by war, a decimated city in every direction with a single crater surrounded by water in the center, in the middle of this a single stone where his spirit sat.
"So you've finally come Hideaki.....let us begin. You have much to learn...Kidou, Kenpo, Hand to Hand combat, everything to prepare you for the future." His spirit looked up, a ragged old man, his hands covering his face. Truly this was an ancient being, his body dilapidated so completely that bones made up his limbs. Wrapped so tightly in his coat that Hideaki imagined he could strangle himself in it. Almost cowering away from the man, Hideaki stared forward toward him, only to realize the man was blind.
"I....I will learn what you have to teach me, but...you are blind..."
"Blind men see in ways you can not imagine." The spirit responded and thus, the training began. Long years inside of his own mind to make up for the lost time at the Academy. So many hours laying his cell alone, only his spirit as company. Eventually it came to pass that it informed him of his name, but there was no use for it. He could only use shikai inside of his own mind, not in the physical world. Training became all he existed for, his spiritual energies growing as he stayed locked away from the Seireitei. It was grueling and taxing on him, his body used up many calories during his mental training, but bigger meals did not come. So he began to wither slowly, training slackened in response and took longer than necessary. Yet, it still continued, two and a half centuries passed. Hideaki had reached three hundredth and sixth birthday, no praise came of it as he sat up, his reiatsu clearly equal to any vice captains by this point. He coughed as a guard came by and looked down on him. Hideaki's appearance had leaned up some, muscled, but not much. He was no longer a frail twig, now he was just a regular twig with a little bark on it. Facial hair had grown heavily on him and his personal appearance almost mimicked his zanpakuto's. Smiling, the guard's brow furrowed.
"What you so happy about?"
"Today's my birthday."
"Oh? Really, congratulations, how old are you now? Its been at least three hundred years since you arrived hasn't it?"
"I just turned three hundred and sixty. Quite an accomplishment to make it to that age in here wouldn't you say?"
"I suppose."
"So...tell me how would you feel if you were in my position."
"Pissed" A flat response, the small talk was meant to end there, but Hideaki didn't bother with the social formalities that most bothered with. He merely chuckled, running his hand through the dust on the cells floor.
"You know...I was too at first, but then I slowly began to realize the amount of clarity I could gain in this place. Abilities that I could have never discovered in the academy."
"Thats nice."
"Yes, it sure is...especially the fact that Yogenshaga Joukeimasen is going to teach me bankai soon."
"Sure he is." The guard walked away and a moment later the physical appearance of Yogenshaga Joukeimasen appeared next to him.
"That was dangerous Hideaki."
"It doesn't matter...they can't stop us and further more who would believe me?"
Impossible
A ray of sunlight, a hot burst of air from the outside world and hands gripping Hideaki from every direction. Sekkiseki stone was placed upon him once again and he was carted off away from the Maggot's Nest. He figured he was about to be executed, a final end to this pathetic life of his, but his spirit told him otherwise. Not walking, he allowed himself to be dragged before he was pushed downward into a bowing position. There were voices all around him, mumbling, some shouting...a sudden cacophony. Pain...so much....pain erupted in his ears as he listened...he wasn't used to this...silence...he needed silence! He wanted to scream, but it welled up in his throat, on reflex, his reiatsu did the same. Built and built along with the bubble in his throat, until it exploded outward engulfing the room. A lower level captain's reiatsu, powerful, but untamed, unconditioned...it had no focus, no drive only the strength. A hush fell as he wept covering his ears, they bled now...so unaccustomed to the sound that the overly sensitive tissues had burst inside his ear drums. "Quiet...please...quiet...I...can't...take it yet....let....me...acclimate." He spoke and the voices around him listened. He was healed, the bleeding stopped and he was stood up slowly no one said a word as he was brought forward and sat down, but his head was kept bowed. A voice, gentle...came out in front of him, almost a whisper...few could hear him, but Hideaki caught it.
"Jouju, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Good...we summoned you here as we realize that you have gained immense strength since your time in the Maggot's Nest. You are too powerful to allow to stay inside of the Nest, but we feel that you are not ready for society. We are at an impasse, but we've decided something else for you."
"What is it?" Hideaki whispered, unable to control his voice right now, it squeaked weakly and only the people immediately in front of him heard it. No idea where he was, surrounded by strange people...all he could see was the blind white light beating down onto him and the pool it made on the floor.
"We've lost contact with an expeditionary force in Hueco Mundo. We have no idea where they've gone to and their last known coordinates were inside of the hollow forest. We want you to retrieve them for us."
"Am I free...if I succeed?"
"No...we've deemed it necessary for you to perform....thirty tasks similar to this before you can be released into society. At least so we can recognize if you are fit for it or not."
"How am I unfit? All I did was protect those who were different..."
"I have no idea what you're crime was, only the report that you're behavior was becoming increasingly unacceptable for a Shinigami."
"So be it....bring me my zanpakuto and I'll find them."
"Jouju, we fully expect you to fail, but we are giving you this chance. Your missions have all been deemed suicide and so...this is your death sentence. If you succeed you shall have your freedom, but it is doubtful you will." The man whispered in a pitieous voice. Hideaki's head came up for the first time and looked the man dead in the eyes.
"My convictions made the impossible, possible, your suicide missions mean nothing to me. I'll perform them all and gain my freedom. I have nothing more you can rob from me, so I'll see to it that I gain it all back. I hold nothing against you or anyone...only a deep sadness at the prejudices of this place and the idiotcy that claims itself supreme." Hideaki's words grated at the court around him, a sharp knife through the butter of mentality. The prejudices that he spoke of had already been dismantled, but it seemed he was the last victim of it. Council members looked at one another, but his sentence had already been set and without further notice...he was sent into the heart of Hueco Mundo.
Rebirth through Death
The mission went poorly, a disaster and a trap all rolled into one. Hollows had been awaiting for a rescue party...they had kept the squad there as bait. Hideaki walked right into it and walked out of it. After slaying a dozen hollows, he had been soaked in their blood...drenched head from toe; however there was just as much of his own covering him as well. Even with the immense amount of training he had received during his spirits watchful eye, he had no real combat experience. Brawls in the Maggot's nest could hardly count as all they did was knock each other around. He had collasped on one of the quartz trees in the forest, too exhausted to move after the battle. Hideaki's eyes glazed over as he watched in horror as the expedition team left him to die; having figured he was already dead what was the point in bring him back? The Senkaimon closed and there Hideaki was trapped...and likely to die.
Unable to move, he laid there giving into death as the world around him slowly lost focus, but something was different this time. What was it? What was this sensation that was overtaking him!? Blood had flowed into his throat, hollow blood now contaminating him; the metallic tasting liquid followed downward, but the reiatsu was infesting itself there. No control, no ability to reject it, was it poison? Unable to recall any lessons on this, he gave up the attempt and waited. Maybe he would heal before anything happened, maybe he could still get out of here. Yet, he had no reason to try...the next mission would be even more difficult and he had barely survived this one. Gargling the fresh spilled blood like mouth wash, the shinigami attempted to spit it away, but it only drained out through the gaps in his teeth. It happened then, the reiatsu that had been gathering...it broke, burst in his guts like a malestrom. Whiplashing rapidly about, he screamed in pain, as it echoed through out his entire body; the welcome loss of consciousness came, but something was different this time in that as well. His inner world had a new inhabitant awaiting him and he was hardly friendly. Screams....unending screams released from Hideaki's mouth as this...inner hollow beat him senseless. Young, agile, a head full of the brightest red hair, he was everything that Hideaki had wished to be and more...so powerful and so focused. A near omnipotent being, all of Hideaki's attacks were worthless against this creature dressed in a skier's coat and baggy pants. Slowly, his hand came up and pushed the goggles around his eyes away from his face.
"You're boring." He murmured as Hideaki laid in a second crater the creature had created after smacking him into the ground. He turned his attention from him as Hideaki laid there panting; meanwhile, his body now hollowfied was rampaging through the Hollow Forests. Feasting as it went and destorying as much of the area as it could. Hideaki couldn't believe what he had become, but what could he do. Bowing his head in an admission of defeat he watched...as he was imprisoned once more, now only inside his own mind. Silence occured, but this appeared to be the creatures weakness, it craved attention, wanted it so badly. It begged and pleaded, but neither Hideaki nor Yogenshaga would speak to him. A full day passed, Hideaki was lossing strength, becoming assimilated into this thing, but then a miracle. A ripping noise echoed through out the whole of Hideaki's mentality, the thing was splitting in half. A body was now forming to as an insane reaitsu of purple oozed from him in waves. So strong was this wave that it had enough power to blow Hideaki back from his position, but he watched. His chance occured and the two new beings came forward, one instantly laid down completely ignoring the other; meanwhile the other was rushing towards Hideaki. A few blows came forward from the twisted, immature little man who was striking at him, but they were much weaker than the previous version. Hand to hand was one of the few things Hideaki had managed to practice religiously, so without much adu, the pair squared off in a brawl, that was over as soon as it began.
"You aren't as strong as you used to be punk! Now give me back my body!" Hideaki screamed at him as his hand caught a hold of the young man's head and thrust him into the ground. Hideaki's eyes burned toward the other one, who simply waved his hand up and told him to take it. He didn't care, raising an eyebrow and furrowing his brow he moved towards him.
"Listen, I don't really give a shit...that other want got all of that. I just want to curl up with a good book. So here's the deal, you leave me alone and be sure to get me a good read from time to time and I won't bother you ok?"
"Err...sounds good to me...." Hideaki said taken a back, but did as the thing asked and was soon in control of his body. Hideaki found himself standing in the middle of a devastated forest, broken piles of quartz were everywhere and bodies of hollows littered the ground in every direction. Just how....had he managed so much destruction in so short a time? Puzzle upon puzzle along with imprisonments had been Hideaki's life, but for once...he found himself free. Returning to the Seireitei was not an option anymore...not with those things inside of him. No...he had to find somewhere else to go...maybe he could go to the human world? If he supressed his reiatsu enough perhaps it could work.
"It's better than anything else I suppose" Yogenshaga said to him reverently, now dealing with
"I have no quarrels with this." Another voice came from inside him, obviously the lazy half of the beast that had been beating him senseless. A muffled noise came as well, then the sound of a pop as a head escaped the ground.
"Do they have lots of good food there?"
"I suppose?" Hideaki answered the hyperactive man-child that was now an inhabitant inside his own head.
"YIPPIE I'M IN!"
Syndicate:
Hideaki eventually found his way into the human world after about a week of wandering through Hueco Mundo. An apathetic Koobe, the intelligent one, informed him they could open a gargunta there for him. Pissed off and exhausted, Hideaki eventually stumbled into the human world and was met by a most peculiar man. The man informed him of what he was now and told him in exchange for some information, he would lead him to people just like him. Hideaki agreed and informed him of how the Maggot's Nest was run and the current occupants. Eventually he was lead to the Syndicate...a group of vizards whom had been gaining some influence in the spiritual world. It didn't take long for Hideaki to find his niche amongst them and grow stronger. Skipping another three hundred and twenty eight years, Hideaki has been properly trained by the syndicate in controlling his inner hollows and how to use their power. Along with this, they gave him proper training in everything else as well. Promising to serve the Syndicate until he perished Hideaki came into the Third Council seat. A coveted position that Hideaki had fought tooth and nail for. Currently, Hideaki learns more about technology and surveillance everyday. He delights in finds new ways to keep tabs on anything and everything going on around the Syndicate.
Additional Info:
Zanpakuto
General
Name: Yogenshaga Joukeimasen (The Prophet who does not see)
Spirit Description:
Yogenshaga Joukeimasen, like the name suggests, appears as a very old and very blind old man. The man always appears sitting cross legged like he is in some sort of meditation and babbles incoherently under his breath unless addressed by Hideaki, who then speaks sagely and rather verbosely through his wrinkled and very small mouth. The old man has very little skin showing with only his lips showing from under the large rimmed hat he wears and even that is mostly hidden by a bushy grey beard which he has wrapped around his neck like a scarf and hanging into his lap. His bony fingers hidden beneath his long sleeves can be seen rustling around in this great beard twining the threads of hair into a braid. His body from what can be told of when he moves has withered away to nearly nothing, as neither his chest or legs nor his arms make any impression against the large linen patchwork that he calls a shroud. Pieces of numerous different articles are sown into the shroud each of a different texture and sometimes of different color; on closure inspection the shroud is shown to be woven together by the spirit’s beard.
When the spirit looks up, most are in for a surprise, the spirit lacks any sort of eyes and if questioned about his hands; he will tell you that is what he is searching for inside his beard. During Bankai his appearance reverts to a slightly younger age and he shows his face which is now incredibly wrinkled with age. His eyes are now locked in place of their sockets blindingly beautiful in their greenish, grey blue. His hands are shown now as well folded together respectfully in front of himself as he meditates calmly on the universe around him.
Sealed:
Yogenshaga Joukeimasen's sealed state is probably the least impressive of all zanpakuto, it is little more than a knife. Yogenshaga when sealed is only about ten inches in length from blade to hilt with an extra four inches of the hilt. The blade shines in the light and reflects everything it touches like water, with a slight distortion. The mirror like surface of the blade is due to the nullification of all impurities on the surface, there is no trace of any sort of 'base' materials and the blade seems to be forged from a single piece of extremely hard steel, versus several. The blade's hilt is a solid black with only a single white thread looped into the pommel. Otherwise there is nothing else of note about the blade aside from the fact Hideaki stores it in his vest.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: "Preach, Yogenshaga Joukeimasen"
Appearance:
Yogenshaga Joukeimasen's shikai is an occularphobes nightmare come true. Once the activation phrase has been stated the blade hums and incondeses in the air; the process takes only a split second before the blade expands violently and turns into eye with two irises on either side. A clear crystaline casing covers the two eyes pressing them into place as a golden trim forms around the glass. The area inside of the glass not covered by the eyes forms into a pink-fleshy substance similar to the surroundings of the schela. The golden trim forges a edge around the crystal structure and turns white at the tips; however this extends further outward into an seven inches of blade into the head of a spear. Both sides of this spear are incredibly sharp, comparable to razor blade. The crystal at full growth is about two feet long ways with a four inch width; this causes the eyes inside to become enlongated and give them a serpent like appearance. Once the blade is finished the handle extends outward in tether of brown straps ended in a small claw holding an orb, this section adds another three feet. The finished product appears to be a hybrid between a spear and a blade with an extremely long handle, but a thick sword like blade.
Abilities:
Observance:
This ability begins the instant Shikai is activated, Yogenshaga's eyes dilate rapidly, before two more eyes produce and float around Hideaki's body. These eyes can serve two purposes, the first is that they literally transmit information directly into Hideaki's mind. In this manner Hideaki becomes like a computer monitor connected to two different servers. Both his eyes and Yogenshaga's eyes will send him visual information, effectively giving him eyes in the back of his head or anywhere else he needs them. Secondly, these eyes can be attached to any other combatant or civilian in the area, this creates a 'bond' between Hideaki and the victim. The victim suffers no ill effects aside from Hideaki constantly knows where they are and what they are doing at all times. Of course the information still comes in from a first-person point of view, but it is still useful for fighting faster opponents or observational missions. These eyes require no reiatsu to use; however, during the second stage of the ability, the further the distance is from Hideaki, the more reiatsu the ability will consume. Observing between spiritual planes is impossible and observing from the other side of the planet is a near fatal amount of reiatsu absorbation.
Dilatation:
This ability consumes two percent of Hideaki's total reiatsu during the time of activation. Yogenshaga's observational eyes will dilate wide and 'consume' any reiatsu based ability that Hideaki fires. Once this is done, the irises of the eyes will close back to normal. Doing this allows Hideaki to refire the hado or bakudo at no expense to himself from anywhere he wishes. This allows for more flexability during combat with reiatsu abilities, enabling the user to launch sneak attacks at any moment.
Bankai
Activation Phrase: "Bankai": Shiga no Yagensha!"
Appearance:
Shiga no Yogensha replicates its shikai form in only that it produces observational eyes, but does so en masse. Instead of having only two observational eyes, Shiga no Yogensha creates fifty about Hideaki. All of these eyes can be controlled freely and likewise transmit any visible data to Hideaki. Each of the eyes takes up the space of a grown-man’s fist with a dark-Velcro like substance making up the back of the eye. The fronts meanwhile are bright white with no signs of redness and icy blue irises. Shiga no Yogensha’s primary body does not appear as a sword this time, but rather as a glaive.
The glaive portion of Shiga no Yogensha is about seven feet across with a foot and a half handle made of polished sandal-wood. The handle carefully cradles two glass like structures which curve upward at first making two peaks in the blade, before curling backwards like a recurve bow. Both of the blades are a blood-red color with two eyes sitting in the middle. Both of the eyes stare lifeless ahead at all times, only stopping to blink every now and again.
Abilities:
Dilatation:
Just as it was in Shikai, Shiga no Yagensha's eyes can open their irises and absorb reiatsu based abilities fired from Hideaki; however, during Bankai they take this a step further. Once fired from either Hideaki's hand or another eye. Any other eye can move directly into the path of the reiatsu and reabsorb it, before remaining stationary and firing in a single observable direction. Up to four eyes can do this at a time allowing for Hideaki to launch a single technique five times at the cost of firing it once, plus four percent of his reiatsu.
The All-Seeing Eye:
The All-Seeing Eye replicates the eye on the back of any U.S. dollar by creating a massive eye out of any five of Hideaki’s total eyes. These eyes merge in a grotesque manner, ramming into each other and creating a fleshy sack that eventually becomes a much larger eye. Any all-seeing eye is about as large as a normal human being and thusly acts as a much better conduit for reiatsu based abilities than the smaller eyes during dilation. This is not the true purpose of the All-seeing eye though. When an All-Seeing eye is brought onto the battle-field it slowly absorbs the light in the area and spreads it about to the other eyes in the area. Every turn an All-seeing Eye is active on the battlefield, it absorbs another 1/6th of total light in the area, this includes electrical light, natural light and light from reiatsu based abilities. The only way to restore light to an area once it has been drained by the All-seeing eye is to destroy all of the observational eyes and the All-seeing Eye. Though every time one-fifth of the eyes are destroyed a large explosion of light will rock the area, similar to a large-scale flash bang. Destroying the All-seeing eye itself will produce one of these. During the period of time light has been robbed from the area, only those with observational eyes planted on them will be allowed to see in the darkness. Creating an All-Seeing Eye can only be done twice per thread and consumes ten percent of Hideaki's total reiatsu.
Argos Form:
Simply as it sounds, Hideaki draws in all of the observational eyes in the area to himself and restoring those that were destoryed. At this point Hideaki covers his body in the eyes allowing him to see in a three-hundred and six degree radius as well as directly below and above him at the same time. Not only this, but Hideaki can now fire reiatsu based abilities from any point of his body with no pose. The only tell given now is that the eye which the energy will fire from will dilate quickly before launching the attack. The downside to this is that Hideaki can no longer position his eyes freely about the battle-field without first disengaging his bankai.
Inner Hollow
Appearance:
Hideaki's inner hollows, Nigate and Koobe, appear as two young men most likely in either their late teens or very early twenties. Nigate is the wilder of the two with black hair tinted purple and dark red eyes; his attire reflects his rebellious personality as he wears long tattered cargo pants with a green jacket tied around his waist making him appear slobbish in comparsion to Hideaki and Koobe's appearence. Nigate's shirt is black and has orange lines running down the sleeves and chest as well as forming a circle around the hem of the shirt which has been made unrealistically wide to allow his neck more freedom. The result leaves him with an aggressive lean in his posture which makes him appear a bit more savage than he really is.
