Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 3, 2008 15:35:09 GMT -4
Shinigami
Name
Goes by: Laetitia (Joy in Latin)
Called by her Zanpaktou: Kegembiraan sebanyak seribu Mata Pisau (Joy of a Thousand Blades in Indonesian)
True name: Latika Teja
Gender: Female
Age: 42
Division: 9th
Rank: Taichou (Gained via RP)
Physical Description
Note: The photo is not a carbon copy of how she is imagined, simply as close as I could find. Read the physical description and you will see the difference, the description was actually written long before the photo was added here.
A bit of a stand out oddity in Seireitei Laetitia does not vary from her perfection in that she is beautiful. Originally being from Indonesia she is quite dark compared to those around her but is not quite dark brown, instead laying somewhere between the extremes. With a very attractive face that bears a thin heart shape and sports dark freckles on her cheeks. From her figure she looks to be doing well for herself, she is of average height at around 5'7 and doesn’t look all that strong but as is obvious thats never really a sign of anything with a shinigami. She is young looking but not overly so having died at 19 and so has a trim figure with mild curvature and a moderate bust. She has shoulder length jet black hair that she usually keeps in a short ponytail with a little hair dropping to the side framing her face, she has equally honey yellow eyes compimenting her tone.
Laetitia for all her insanity likes to look nice and in her own little way considers herself the priestess of the Wargod of Skulls, her zanpaktou. As such she has an extremely elegant dress style for someone concerned only with death and destruction. She sports an ornate crest directly above her forehead which hangs slightly but is kept up by five strings of black fabric that lace through her hair and tie around her ponytail in the back, the crest has a black onyx jewel in the center of a dull silver amulet that matches her zanpaktou. She has a two piece wrap dress, the top of which is dark black and with the opening at her color bone level is twisted around her body three times ending at her thigh level where it opens and flairs up since the dress is held to her body with tension and there is none there creating a wispy look. On her lower back there is a large black bow that keeps the lower portion of her outfit together. Like the top it is a wrap form only this time a black skirt that ends just above her knees and is held together by the large bow, her adjutant badge is attached to her left side. Her left leg is bare while she wears a long fishnet stocking over her left leg and she wears barefoot sandals on both feet which are adorned with onyx gyms but sports the flat black espadrilles on the bottom of her feet that allow her jewlrey to be seen but give her something to walk on.
Personality
To say that Laetitia is mentally unstable would be akin to saying that fire is hot. While not insane in the typical babbling way she was born with almost no comprehension of what kindness or stability meant and by this point in her life all has been replaced with the single minded desire to kill anyone or anything that gets in the way of her enjoyment. She is a sadistic maniac whose only love is to see others in pain and these tendencies have only gone through the roof since being taking in by Hitotsu. Through her captain she has come to realize there is just as much enjoyment, perhaps even more in prolonging your targets pain as there is in just killing them though in battle she remains quick and ruthless. Laetitia has no real variety in her personality flashing only between loud annoyed moments when she has nothing to do and being the wicked little demon she is inside when she does, occasionally moments of high choler arise when someone, especially an underling does something she didn't want them too. Laetitias manic style can range from uncontrolled when she is killing to reserved and expectant when she goes out into Seireitei, some part of her grasping that being a complete psycho in public would get her unwanted attention.
Much of Laetitias problems sprout from a case of severe schizophrenia that was never dealt with and so has come to control her life. When she was alive it slowly tore her psyche apart and now she and her schizophrenia have become one, so enveloped in her own little world that it has become real. For these reasons Laetitia has no conception of ethics and has no features others might find redeeming. She has come to believe that if your not against her then you're simply her tool to be used and she treats her followers as if they were just there to be energy until they dried up and were of no further purpose. Perhaps the one exception to this is when she is around like minded individuals like Hitotsu in which case shes a little more “normal” or as far as you dare to use that word when concerning her, admitted this might just be perception since those with similar personality's don't tend to freak out each other as much. As you might expect Laetitia is only subservient to Hitotsu and answers to nobody else except the Commander General and she does that begrudgingly. Laetitia runs the Basilica of Torments, the most secretive and horrible of the torture camps in 9th Division where the captain, she and others deal with prisoners in ways they see fit that other divisions might not approve of.
History
Laetitia was born during a turbulent age when radical movements were occurring for the first time. A new generation was calling for change and more freedom and while it would be ineffective in the end and only slight modifications can be found today it still offered the background for Laetitia, a soul who would have fallen quite quickly in the usual setting, to prosper. Laetitia was never mentally healthy, from an unbelievably young age she showed aggression towards everyone and everything. She loved to torture small animals and more than a few times one of her siblings would find one of the neighbors animals brutally gutted or burned laying around the house. This happened so many times her parents had to start making excuses since at the time there was a very real chance that anyone who committed such evil deeds would have been seen as evil and killed themselves, her other siblings also became incredibly frightened of her. Several years later she began to hear voices though she voiced this to nobody, it was schizophrenia and it has gotten worse ever since, rarely does she go a few minutes without something being said or some vision attacking her. This progressed into her school years where she was forced to make friends…most of which became very, very afraid of her and some who came home from school babbling hollow dolls for no reason, after several disappeared shortly before her eleventh birthday an investigation that included her family began. Several weeks after her birthday her father informed her that the police wanted to speak with her, him and her mother…by now Laetitia had figured out what was going on. She had no recollection of what had happened to these children, but somewhere deep in her gut she knew that the police could not be allowed to find her and so the day before they were scheduled to meet with the police she ran.
She took with her food and a large blade her mother used to cook and in that age of extremist protocol the police needed nothing more than that to pin everything on her. Within the day a massive manhunt was launched for a single twelve year old girl who was hit with a list of over seven kidnappings and possible murders. Unfortunately a combination of Laetitia being rather intelligent and blind luck had landed her on a cargo train that took her all the way through Nepal and into China. With more problems than the police could chew at the moment the incident with Laetitia would be forgotten within months and she would never know the fate of her family, she imagined it wasn't anything good having brought someone like her into the world. When she got off the train the decision to run had been so quick and rash that she found she was completely overwhelmed and walked her unknown surroundings for countless hours. Nobody here spoke her language and most just shot her dirty looks when they saw her walk past, the surroundings were completely unfamiliar but yet in some way she couldn't understand just yet they were...comfortable. The city was so crowded and the police forces so lazy that they rarely tried to track down anyone who wasn't within arms reach and so this offered some measure of comfort to the young Laetitia who had no idea how far she might be chased, or if she had been at all.
She would steal for the first time roughly a week later after having no food except for the scraps she had managed from the trash of a local bar she had taken up refuge behind. In her mind all things had been finalized and she was quickly adapting to her new setting unlike the many others who would find their ends out in the dank city streets. She had struck out and grabbed a loaf of bread from the nearest stall in broad daylight and made her way through the crowd and back to her hideout without a single person questioning her...and so with the ease of stealing a simple loaf of bread the little remainder of what was right and wrong that Laetitia had began to shatter. She began to steal more readily, and not just for food but for anything she wanted including pickpocketing anyone who looked like they might have a bit of cash. She was only caught a few times and in each she proved herself much quicker than her target, easily outrunning them and just recouping the loss by making a few more targets the next day. One of her ventures had gained her a language book and while she would never fully understand the language of the world around her she at least learned the basic words she needed to conduct business with the growing stream of money she was garnering from her thievery.
Then on an evening of picking out targets and stealing that felt like any other she made a bad choice. A rather large and muscular man was sporting a giant bag of cash on his hip and while she should have known it was to obvious to be accidental turning down such a prize was difficult. The moment he had turned down a nearby alley she had gone for the prize and quickly been greeted with a thunderous smack to her jaw that sent her flying. While dazed it had not been the first time Laetitia had received a hit when she tried to steal and knowing full well the dangers she faced if she stayed where she was, especially at night with no witnesses, she pulled off the ground and retreated with great speed. Unfortunately the combination of her dizziness and the surprising speed of the large man turned what normally would have been a failed attempt that she would learn from into a race for survival as he stayed hot on her trail. She had known she couldn't outrun him and glimpsing back and spotting the knife he now sported she wondered why she was running at all. It was silly really, if he was out for her life or more why was she running, she should return the favor. It was amazing how quickly the thought had come and been accepted but Laetitia had been on the streets long enough to know everything wasn't rainbows and puppies and her natural predisposition for violence which had been lost in favor of survival for the past few years had returned anew.
Laetitia had spun around and pulled out two blades, one the same knife she had kept since home and another she had stolen and launched for rushing assailant. The maneuver had taken him by surprise and he had no time to retaliate as complete luck took her and one of the knives plunged deep into his throat. At first she didn't know how to react but as she saw his fumbling attempts to grasp his throat she grinned wickedly and he tried to gasp for air several times but only blood came out as he coughed in spasms, she ripped one of the blades up and out his right shoulder and a rocket of blood was sent into the air before she nudged him with her free hand and he fell backward on to his back. Laetitia whipped out the larger of the blades and raised it high above her head dropping down on top of the man and plunging it into his left shoulder so even though he would be falling into shock soon she received no unpleasant surprises, quickly removing his mobility as if it was well known information even though she had never done it before. She pulled the blade out and raised it up to eye level, looking at its shiny reflective surface dripping with the crimson liquid and her pupils began contracting and releasing at a rapid pace and for the first time in so long since the days when she had killed the local animals her perverted sense of lust ran rampant. Images of blood and violence sieged her mind, images of the man being torn apart by nonexistent beast in a sea of blood filled her visage and she screamed though not out of pain but primal fury. She slid the blade across her hand and then raised it above her head, opened her mouth and allowed the mixture of the man and her own blood to drip into her mouth before she placed the blade in her mouth and licked what was left off. When she was finished she drew the other blade with little thought to the matter, below the man had begun to convulse and though he couldn't speak and likely couldn't think his eyes showed something of fear. If Laetitia had, had any heart she might have felt pity that he probably hadn't known what hit him but she possessed no such weaknesses. She raised the two blades in both her hands and then plunged them into the mans chest, ripped them out in a flurry of blood and then stabbed him again...and again...and again. Every time she brought the blades up strings and splashes of red crimson followed flying past her shoulders and from behind it looked something like wings of blood, an angel of death. The visions flew through her mind and somewhere behind them an infinite darkness beckoned her, when she wasn't seeing visions she saw the man but was under an uncontrollable instinct to mutilate his very being and her vision burned red and soon she was cackling at the top of her lungs. When she raised her arms up high and finally released both blades at once showing she was finished nearly a minute later the mans chest was a nearly unrecognizable gory hole and he had been long dead. She stood up on top of him and then hopped off, some sense reclaiming her as she retrieved the blades before they were found. She gave one more look at the man, still covered in his blood and then disappeared into the darkness.
Something change in Laetitia that night, or it might be more appropriate to say something that had been there all along woke up. She found her newfound love for making people suffer and at the age of fifteen joined in the newfound murder rampage that struck China in the 80's. Unlike others though Laetitia had no interest in attacking weak people, if they were as bad at protecting themselves as they were the goods she had stole for years then there would not be anything to get out of it. No, instead she realized where she could find people who would make her life fun and so she began wandering the streets at night and waiting for someone to take note of her. She found quickly that this wasn't just more fun after about the fourth or fifth person that she took out but that it was also more beneficial, almost every person who came after her in the night carried enough money to keep someone like her going for a month or more. Beyond that as she matured physically she quickly noted the attraction she seemed to garner and it wasn't long before she was buying revealing clothing just to attract that many more victims to her web. Unfortunately as good as she was it was only a matter of time until that sort of lifestyle caught up to her and it would of course be her downfall. As her style had matured so had her targets and toward the later years of her life she had moved from slumming it on the poor side of town to the gang riddled rich side. It was here that she ran into the son of a local crime lord, the man was well known for his perverse taste and Laetitia had readily sook him out as with time she had grown fond of not just killing dangerous people but also evil ones, that might have been a little more redeeming if she had not been completely psychotic. Nothing went wrong with her plan, the mans desires made it ridiculously easy to get him alone and the fight he had put up had been pathetic, if she hadn't been building it up in her mind for so long it would have been disappointing. It was when dozens of his affiliated gang protectors showed up and upon seeing what had happened even she stood no chance of escaping. She had barely been shot twice when all sensation of what had been happening went out the window and the world became distorted.
Laetitia had never been one to believe in a world other than her own but within moments of her death she had to question the possibility. As her real body hit the ground she had already seen a massive gate rise up above her and by the time she had risen back to her feet, not even aware of what was happening she spotted the man she had killed moments before twisting and flailing, screaming and kicking as he was pulled toward a giant red portal that wreaked of destruction. Suddenly a spear of pure white held by a giant hand struck forward from the portal as it jabbed through the man and all his struggles ceased. For a moment she felt something whirling around her and she knew without asking that this portal was to hell, the thought backed up as she spotted her body on the ground. Most would have been frightened in the portals presence, especially someone who had sinned as Laetitia had but in truth she was happy, happy that there was indeed a world that fit her mind. Then without explanation the portal began to close and Laetitia felt herself frown subconsciously, uncertain why she wasn't to be taken by the portal. To this day she has no good answer, only the theory that perhaps having only killed those just as evil as she was and no innocents somehow had her branded as a vengeful spirit who was allowed to continue. Whatever the case she had thought about the fact many times since then and knew that given the chance she would have killed whoever it took to be taken by the portal. After the incident she wandered the city for a while wondering what she would do after all that but in a city so taken by death the shinigami were in full force and within half a day she was found. They gave her a speech about a place called Soul Society but most of it went over her head since she hadn't even really had time to take in the whole “I'm dead” fact yet. Without really giving her a choice they performed some elaborate motion and before she could argue they had pulled a blade out and the next thing she knew she was standing in the middle of a large street where upon bottles, blades and everything but the kitchen sink was being thrown and she spotted at least one person laying on the ground bleeding out.
It was not long before before one of the flying objects, luckily one of the duller ones smacked her in the back of the head and not one to take abuse she grasped the nearest blade and located the person who had thrown it. Within seconds the man found the greater majority of his head seeping off of his neck while blood flew everywhere, any sense of control she had being tossed out the window after the days extreme circumstances. The battle was raging strong around her but stuck in her own little world of death she walked around quietly and viciously killing every single person who so much as gave her a wrong look. That was when she spotted a group of the black robed beings who had tried to talk to her earlier cutting great swaths through the crowd as they cleared the way for a giant of a man behind them. Several foolhardy individuals tried to attack them but were cut down in their tracks, soon most had quieted down as the black robed beings told them to shut up, calm down or die in their tracks. Laetitia was only half paying attention though as she had riled up a hornets nest of angry men after killing one particularly big guy and she now went about dispatching them one by one in a dance of bloody death. Nobody could have missed it as she cut down countless individuals as they rushed toward her, trying to kill her. It wasn't until she was finished and began looking for the next person who dared throw something at her that she was the surrounding people clearing out for a monstrous individual who approached her. Laetitia didn't know what fear was but for the shortest of moments she at least felt the apprehension that came with it as the man who wreaked of even more death and pain that she did approached. She briefly wondered if he was going to try and cut her down but was startled to hear him speak.
“Name?”
“....Laetitia.” she had responded after taking a moment to consider the situation.
He had grunted what sounded sort of like a chuckle and then turned around and walked away from her. She looked around to see most of the surrounding people looking just as surprised that she was still alive as she was. Then it hit her like a brick wall that if she let this man walk off, this man that was so much like her, there was a very real chance she might never see him again. So with little thought to her own safety, unable to consider staying among such boring people after meeting him she jogged after the group in black robes. When she had approached none of them had even looked at her, but neither of them told her to go away either and so she remained. She later learned the mans name, he was Hitotsu and he quickly took a liking to Laetitia in a way he had never done with anybody else, perhaps sensing that just like he was for her, she was the same as him. She would learn all about the shinigami under him and long before she was given a position in the Gotei 13 she was already allowed to wander the 9th Division headquarters as if she owned the place. When Hitotsu finally approved her as a shinigami after serving for countless years as his right hand he didnt waste time with the academy, he simply approved her all the way to his own division and within hours she was given the position of Fukutaichou, a position Hitotsu had never seen fit to bestow upon anyone until that point.
Additional Info
One time when on a trip to the real world Laetitia happened to be walking past a TV when she saw a show about a funny doctor and his family...she now watches the “Cosby Show” whenever she gets the chance because its “funny like putting decapitated children's heads in a bag, lighting it on fire and throwing it into the nearest divisions headquarters” as she puts it.
General
Name: Perangtuan (Warmaster)
Spirit Description
Perangtuan is everything you could hope for from Laetitia. A creature of sheer malevolence that knows no bounds nor kindness and seeks only bloody power. Perangtuan is not so much Laetitias zanpaktou as Laetitia is Perantuans physical extension. This is not to say that he controls the shinigami but rather that their single minded nature of reaping death has lead to them existing as a near symbiotic duo. For all her insane fury Perangtuan could be considering insanely stable or rather just as off his rocker as Laetitia but much calmer. He speaks in a deep rumbling voice and usually talks in an old world style and as if he were a god and Laetitia was his prodigy. Perangtuan looks as corrupted as you would expect from the blade, a giant twenty foot tall hulking behemoth. His posture looks something like a mix between a man and a reptilian with a bipedal stance and humans arms and feet but with a hunched body and an elongated snout. He wears silver plate armor over his entire form that has lost all its luster and is scratched and dinted as if from a thousand wars. Rust-orange veins of pulsating metallic energy run all over his form and burn with chaotic evil energies that promise a world of madness. From ever crevice in his armor he seems to be leaking a black blood like fluid and a black bellowing smoke like energy. He also has bits of knotted, dried flesh hanging from the sharper parts of his armor. Four massive blades stick out from his back and two from under his arms which look like massive chainsaws with large teeth that could cut through just about anything, they are always soaked and bloody like someone has just been killed. His face is untelling, completely covered except for two eye-holes that burn with a deep darkness that showcases no emotion. In Laetitias mind Perangtuan can often be found sitting on a throne of skulls in the middle of a never ending darkness with the only light originating from three candles sitting around him.
Sealed
Even in its sealed form Perangtuan wreaks of foul energies and an abyss of darkness the bottom of which has and never shall be seen. It feels as if it is a extension of pure evil, giving off tainted and foul energies that threaten to warp the minds of lesser individuals with but a glance at its ruined form. More than one person has had to leave the room when the most basic form of Perangtuan is present and its existence has caused no shortage of speculation as to just how far the taint of its being reaches into its user. The blade doesn't mask this fact either with a twisted and sinister form speaking volumes of the being that lays within. The blade is a Shamshir with a dull silver color and no ornamentation to be seen though whether that is how it was from the beginning or if it is due to wear is unknown. Except for the hilt which is simply a rough silver the entire blade is pitted and scarred with wear but despite this is still incredibly sharp, there are strange wiry strands of a rust-orange material along the blades side that upon close inspection almost seem to be pulsating like a living metal. However if one tries to look to closely at this living metal it will simply disappear as if it was never there to those with strong wills and to those without the blades demonic presence will suck them into its endless shadows until they fall unconscious. Like all Shamshir it bears a long five foot blade with an obscenely curved angle and is descent for fighting regularly but absolutely vicious and unpredictable for wild swings and jabs. Due to its shape holding it in a clasp or sheath would be impossible and she instead holds Perangtuan along her lower back, just above the butt in a horizontal fashion utilizing a series of tight black fabric knots.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: Menari di hujan darah dan tenaga maya Perangtuan! (Dance in a rain of blood and power my Warmaster!)
Appearance
Perangtuans sealed form explodes in a black mist with an inner red glow that encompasses her hands for a short moment and slides forward in an obviously elongating motion as if the darkness is sentient. When it clears Laetitia holds a five foot long straight sword with a thick one foot handle that bears no guard and is a straight, thick metal pole that looks rather awkward for a hilt. The straight sword bears an abnormally thick edge and rounded end and upon inspection it becomes clear why, this is no blade, it is a chainsword that looks like one of the blades coming out of the manifestation Perangtuans back. Like its old form the entire construction is a dull silver but now the organic living orange metal is obvious as it spreads its veins all over the blade. The entire weapon has over a thousand sharp teeth that upon activation from Laetitias reiatsu begin to oscillate at over 3,500,000 times a second. Using this Perangtuan can separate the energy bonds of anything it strikes short of extremely dense spirit constructions like other zanpaktou.
Abilities
Lintah (Leech)
When Perangtuan has separated the bonds of an energy or spiritual source the orange metal begins to glow a dull color as it attracts that energy. This leech like property pulls the energy back to the large handle of Perangtuan which grows darker from its normal silver color the more energy that is stored.
Jiwa Pencuri (Soul Thief)
Exactly what is sounds like, Perangtuan painfully rips soul bonds apart and stores it. By injecting the energy into Laetitia instead of the blade itself or expelling it as energy she can rejuvenate her endurance and with greater energy can heal wounds. (Requires 1 effective absorption post from an enemy or 3 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society to rejuvenate endurance. Requires 5 effective absorption post from an enemy or 15 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society to rejuvenate moderate wounds. CANNOT USE BINATANG DAN DARAH AT ANY TIME DURING ABSORBTION OR RESTARTED!)
Binatang dan Darah (Beast and Blood)
When enough energy has been gathered with Lintah and this is activated Perangtuan can oscillate at double its normal speed at 7,000,000 oscillations per second which effectively doubles the force of the blade and its absorption property's. (Requires 5 effective absorption post from an enemy or 15 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society, CANNOT USE JIWA PENCURI AT ANY TIME DURING ABSORBTION OR RESTARTED! Last for three post.)
Bankai
Activation Phrase: Perangtuan berada di atas takhta tengkorak, menggelapkan langit dan membakar tanah! Bankai! (The Warmaster sits upon a throne of skulls, darkening the sky and burning the earth! Bankai!)
Appearance
In Bankai the giant form of the manifestation Perangtuan comes into existence just as it does in her mind. However instead of being the actual being it is as if it is the shell his soul rest within but without him actually being there. Laetitia calls out and a giant black mist explodes outwards and when it clears the armored form stands there. Laetitia is now within the armor and can control it almost like some sort of machine though the controls are physically attached to her head with several of the orange veins slipping around her eyes and touching her brain allowing for instant control as if the armor was her own body. Inside her Bankai Laetitia is infinentely slower than out but she is also almost impossible to penetrate without heavy weaponry. All of the blades attached to Perangtuans armor oscillate at 7,000,000 per second and are still capable of Lintah. If Binatang dan Darah is used in this form the armor moves faster and the oscillations escalate to 14,000,000 per second and if Jiwa Pencuri is used it has the same effects though the armor requires more storages to heal (10 effective Lintah post for moderate damage to armor).
Abilities
Api Hitam (Black Fire)
A very literal move. The Perangtuan construction opens its hands and exposes holes there where a supernatural black flame is fired from. If this flame attaches to you there is almost no way to put it out except by smothering it with an extreme burst of reiatsu. (When bankai is activated this move can already be used three times before it runs out. Requires 3 effective absorption post from an enemy or 10 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society to fire again. CANNOT USE BINATANG DAN DARAH OR JIWA PENCURI AT ANY TIME DURING ABSORBTION OR RESTARTED!)
One
Name: Jiwa Bom (Soul Bomb)
Number: N/A
Incantation: N/A
Effect: When a prisoners crime is not great enough to warrant immediate torture in the Basilica or one of the other camps they are offered a choice. Be put to work or serve as a Jiwa Bom or Jiwa Senapan, with what work for 9th Division constitutes taking the easy way out by becoming a Jiwa Bom is probably the smartest thing. A technique unique to Laetitia thanks to her ability to absorb energy she can inject a person with that energy and then blow it up at will. Because the maneuver takes a long time to prepare due to the volatile nature though the explosion is instantaneous this is not something that could be done in a battle. These Jiwa Bom are of course sent on one way journeys toward entrenched enemy positions to soften them up, if a Jiwa Bom tries to escape the foreign energy is released like a poison and the bomb dies a much more painful death than a simple explosion. There have been a few horror stories spread around 9th Division that the fukutaichou has secretly done this to a few of the lazier members for sheer giggles.
Two
Name: Jiwa Senapan (Soul Gun)
Number: N/A
Incantation: N/A
Effect: Jiwa Senapan is identical to Jiwa Bom except that instead of a bomb these people are killed immediately. Their energy is moved untarnished to several silos that have been created to store them and supplied to guards of the Basilica as well as carried by Laetitia. They are fast fire weapons that empty quickly and become useless husk but fire instantaneous blast as powerful as a blue fire blast without the incantation meaning that an unpredictable if short lived blast can be utilized to surprise the enemy.
Three
Name: Kurohitsugi (Black Coffin)
Number: 90
Incantation: None
Effect: Forms a box of black energy around a target, which is then pierced by dozens of energy "spears", lacerating the one inside from head to toe.
Four
Name: Api Syaraf (Nerve Fire)
Number: N/A
Incantation: N/A
Effect: A move created for the soul purpose of the Basilica though it has application in battles as well. As the name suggest Laetitia has to make a cut into her opponent (or victim) and inject a rush of powerful reverse spirit energy. This is applied to a certain nerve cluster and sets off a burning fire through the persons body as if they are on fire. It takes roughly ten minutes to wear off (10 post).
Five is saved until I think of something else.
Other Characters
Saigotschuu Yun – 10th Squad Captain
Torre - Tres Espada
Katayama Kuatura - 1st Squad, 4th Seat
Jaegar - Human Unaffiliated
Raizuki Seiani - Human Under Council
Roleplay Sample:
General Info
Name
Goes by: Laetitia (Joy in Latin)
Called by her Zanpaktou: Kegembiraan sebanyak seribu Mata Pisau (Joy of a Thousand Blades in Indonesian)
True name: Latika Teja
Gender: Female
Age: 42
Division: 9th
Rank: Taichou (Gained via RP)
Physical Description
Note: The photo is not a carbon copy of how she is imagined, simply as close as I could find. Read the physical description and you will see the difference, the description was actually written long before the photo was added here.
A bit of a stand out oddity in Seireitei Laetitia does not vary from her perfection in that she is beautiful. Originally being from Indonesia she is quite dark compared to those around her but is not quite dark brown, instead laying somewhere between the extremes. With a very attractive face that bears a thin heart shape and sports dark freckles on her cheeks. From her figure she looks to be doing well for herself, she is of average height at around 5'7 and doesn’t look all that strong but as is obvious thats never really a sign of anything with a shinigami. She is young looking but not overly so having died at 19 and so has a trim figure with mild curvature and a moderate bust. She has shoulder length jet black hair that she usually keeps in a short ponytail with a little hair dropping to the side framing her face, she has equally honey yellow eyes compimenting her tone.
Laetitia for all her insanity likes to look nice and in her own little way considers herself the priestess of the Wargod of Skulls, her zanpaktou. As such she has an extremely elegant dress style for someone concerned only with death and destruction. She sports an ornate crest directly above her forehead which hangs slightly but is kept up by five strings of black fabric that lace through her hair and tie around her ponytail in the back, the crest has a black onyx jewel in the center of a dull silver amulet that matches her zanpaktou. She has a two piece wrap dress, the top of which is dark black and with the opening at her color bone level is twisted around her body three times ending at her thigh level where it opens and flairs up since the dress is held to her body with tension and there is none there creating a wispy look. On her lower back there is a large black bow that keeps the lower portion of her outfit together. Like the top it is a wrap form only this time a black skirt that ends just above her knees and is held together by the large bow, her adjutant badge is attached to her left side. Her left leg is bare while she wears a long fishnet stocking over her left leg and she wears barefoot sandals on both feet which are adorned with onyx gyms but sports the flat black espadrilles on the bottom of her feet that allow her jewlrey to be seen but give her something to walk on.
Personality
To say that Laetitia is mentally unstable would be akin to saying that fire is hot. While not insane in the typical babbling way she was born with almost no comprehension of what kindness or stability meant and by this point in her life all has been replaced with the single minded desire to kill anyone or anything that gets in the way of her enjoyment. She is a sadistic maniac whose only love is to see others in pain and these tendencies have only gone through the roof since being taking in by Hitotsu. Through her captain she has come to realize there is just as much enjoyment, perhaps even more in prolonging your targets pain as there is in just killing them though in battle she remains quick and ruthless. Laetitia has no real variety in her personality flashing only between loud annoyed moments when she has nothing to do and being the wicked little demon she is inside when she does, occasionally moments of high choler arise when someone, especially an underling does something she didn't want them too. Laetitias manic style can range from uncontrolled when she is killing to reserved and expectant when she goes out into Seireitei, some part of her grasping that being a complete psycho in public would get her unwanted attention.
Much of Laetitias problems sprout from a case of severe schizophrenia that was never dealt with and so has come to control her life. When she was alive it slowly tore her psyche apart and now she and her schizophrenia have become one, so enveloped in her own little world that it has become real. For these reasons Laetitia has no conception of ethics and has no features others might find redeeming. She has come to believe that if your not against her then you're simply her tool to be used and she treats her followers as if they were just there to be energy until they dried up and were of no further purpose. Perhaps the one exception to this is when she is around like minded individuals like Hitotsu in which case shes a little more “normal” or as far as you dare to use that word when concerning her, admitted this might just be perception since those with similar personality's don't tend to freak out each other as much. As you might expect Laetitia is only subservient to Hitotsu and answers to nobody else except the Commander General and she does that begrudgingly. Laetitia runs the Basilica of Torments, the most secretive and horrible of the torture camps in 9th Division where the captain, she and others deal with prisoners in ways they see fit that other divisions might not approve of.
History
Laetitia was born during a turbulent age when radical movements were occurring for the first time. A new generation was calling for change and more freedom and while it would be ineffective in the end and only slight modifications can be found today it still offered the background for Laetitia, a soul who would have fallen quite quickly in the usual setting, to prosper. Laetitia was never mentally healthy, from an unbelievably young age she showed aggression towards everyone and everything. She loved to torture small animals and more than a few times one of her siblings would find one of the neighbors animals brutally gutted or burned laying around the house. This happened so many times her parents had to start making excuses since at the time there was a very real chance that anyone who committed such evil deeds would have been seen as evil and killed themselves, her other siblings also became incredibly frightened of her. Several years later she began to hear voices though she voiced this to nobody, it was schizophrenia and it has gotten worse ever since, rarely does she go a few minutes without something being said or some vision attacking her. This progressed into her school years where she was forced to make friends…most of which became very, very afraid of her and some who came home from school babbling hollow dolls for no reason, after several disappeared shortly before her eleventh birthday an investigation that included her family began. Several weeks after her birthday her father informed her that the police wanted to speak with her, him and her mother…by now Laetitia had figured out what was going on. She had no recollection of what had happened to these children, but somewhere deep in her gut she knew that the police could not be allowed to find her and so the day before they were scheduled to meet with the police she ran.
She took with her food and a large blade her mother used to cook and in that age of extremist protocol the police needed nothing more than that to pin everything on her. Within the day a massive manhunt was launched for a single twelve year old girl who was hit with a list of over seven kidnappings and possible murders. Unfortunately a combination of Laetitia being rather intelligent and blind luck had landed her on a cargo train that took her all the way through Nepal and into China. With more problems than the police could chew at the moment the incident with Laetitia would be forgotten within months and she would never know the fate of her family, she imagined it wasn't anything good having brought someone like her into the world. When she got off the train the decision to run had been so quick and rash that she found she was completely overwhelmed and walked her unknown surroundings for countless hours. Nobody here spoke her language and most just shot her dirty looks when they saw her walk past, the surroundings were completely unfamiliar but yet in some way she couldn't understand just yet they were...comfortable. The city was so crowded and the police forces so lazy that they rarely tried to track down anyone who wasn't within arms reach and so this offered some measure of comfort to the young Laetitia who had no idea how far she might be chased, or if she had been at all.
She would steal for the first time roughly a week later after having no food except for the scraps she had managed from the trash of a local bar she had taken up refuge behind. In her mind all things had been finalized and she was quickly adapting to her new setting unlike the many others who would find their ends out in the dank city streets. She had struck out and grabbed a loaf of bread from the nearest stall in broad daylight and made her way through the crowd and back to her hideout without a single person questioning her...and so with the ease of stealing a simple loaf of bread the little remainder of what was right and wrong that Laetitia had began to shatter. She began to steal more readily, and not just for food but for anything she wanted including pickpocketing anyone who looked like they might have a bit of cash. She was only caught a few times and in each she proved herself much quicker than her target, easily outrunning them and just recouping the loss by making a few more targets the next day. One of her ventures had gained her a language book and while she would never fully understand the language of the world around her she at least learned the basic words she needed to conduct business with the growing stream of money she was garnering from her thievery.
Then on an evening of picking out targets and stealing that felt like any other she made a bad choice. A rather large and muscular man was sporting a giant bag of cash on his hip and while she should have known it was to obvious to be accidental turning down such a prize was difficult. The moment he had turned down a nearby alley she had gone for the prize and quickly been greeted with a thunderous smack to her jaw that sent her flying. While dazed it had not been the first time Laetitia had received a hit when she tried to steal and knowing full well the dangers she faced if she stayed where she was, especially at night with no witnesses, she pulled off the ground and retreated with great speed. Unfortunately the combination of her dizziness and the surprising speed of the large man turned what normally would have been a failed attempt that she would learn from into a race for survival as he stayed hot on her trail. She had known she couldn't outrun him and glimpsing back and spotting the knife he now sported she wondered why she was running at all. It was silly really, if he was out for her life or more why was she running, she should return the favor. It was amazing how quickly the thought had come and been accepted but Laetitia had been on the streets long enough to know everything wasn't rainbows and puppies and her natural predisposition for violence which had been lost in favor of survival for the past few years had returned anew.
Laetitia had spun around and pulled out two blades, one the same knife she had kept since home and another she had stolen and launched for rushing assailant. The maneuver had taken him by surprise and he had no time to retaliate as complete luck took her and one of the knives plunged deep into his throat. At first she didn't know how to react but as she saw his fumbling attempts to grasp his throat she grinned wickedly and he tried to gasp for air several times but only blood came out as he coughed in spasms, she ripped one of the blades up and out his right shoulder and a rocket of blood was sent into the air before she nudged him with her free hand and he fell backward on to his back. Laetitia whipped out the larger of the blades and raised it high above her head dropping down on top of the man and plunging it into his left shoulder so even though he would be falling into shock soon she received no unpleasant surprises, quickly removing his mobility as if it was well known information even though she had never done it before. She pulled the blade out and raised it up to eye level, looking at its shiny reflective surface dripping with the crimson liquid and her pupils began contracting and releasing at a rapid pace and for the first time in so long since the days when she had killed the local animals her perverted sense of lust ran rampant. Images of blood and violence sieged her mind, images of the man being torn apart by nonexistent beast in a sea of blood filled her visage and she screamed though not out of pain but primal fury. She slid the blade across her hand and then raised it above her head, opened her mouth and allowed the mixture of the man and her own blood to drip into her mouth before she placed the blade in her mouth and licked what was left off. When she was finished she drew the other blade with little thought to the matter, below the man had begun to convulse and though he couldn't speak and likely couldn't think his eyes showed something of fear. If Laetitia had, had any heart she might have felt pity that he probably hadn't known what hit him but she possessed no such weaknesses. She raised the two blades in both her hands and then plunged them into the mans chest, ripped them out in a flurry of blood and then stabbed him again...and again...and again. Every time she brought the blades up strings and splashes of red crimson followed flying past her shoulders and from behind it looked something like wings of blood, an angel of death. The visions flew through her mind and somewhere behind them an infinite darkness beckoned her, when she wasn't seeing visions she saw the man but was under an uncontrollable instinct to mutilate his very being and her vision burned red and soon she was cackling at the top of her lungs. When she raised her arms up high and finally released both blades at once showing she was finished nearly a minute later the mans chest was a nearly unrecognizable gory hole and he had been long dead. She stood up on top of him and then hopped off, some sense reclaiming her as she retrieved the blades before they were found. She gave one more look at the man, still covered in his blood and then disappeared into the darkness.
Something change in Laetitia that night, or it might be more appropriate to say something that had been there all along woke up. She found her newfound love for making people suffer and at the age of fifteen joined in the newfound murder rampage that struck China in the 80's. Unlike others though Laetitia had no interest in attacking weak people, if they were as bad at protecting themselves as they were the goods she had stole for years then there would not be anything to get out of it. No, instead she realized where she could find people who would make her life fun and so she began wandering the streets at night and waiting for someone to take note of her. She found quickly that this wasn't just more fun after about the fourth or fifth person that she took out but that it was also more beneficial, almost every person who came after her in the night carried enough money to keep someone like her going for a month or more. Beyond that as she matured physically she quickly noted the attraction she seemed to garner and it wasn't long before she was buying revealing clothing just to attract that many more victims to her web. Unfortunately as good as she was it was only a matter of time until that sort of lifestyle caught up to her and it would of course be her downfall. As her style had matured so had her targets and toward the later years of her life she had moved from slumming it on the poor side of town to the gang riddled rich side. It was here that she ran into the son of a local crime lord, the man was well known for his perverse taste and Laetitia had readily sook him out as with time she had grown fond of not just killing dangerous people but also evil ones, that might have been a little more redeeming if she had not been completely psychotic. Nothing went wrong with her plan, the mans desires made it ridiculously easy to get him alone and the fight he had put up had been pathetic, if she hadn't been building it up in her mind for so long it would have been disappointing. It was when dozens of his affiliated gang protectors showed up and upon seeing what had happened even she stood no chance of escaping. She had barely been shot twice when all sensation of what had been happening went out the window and the world became distorted.
Laetitia had never been one to believe in a world other than her own but within moments of her death she had to question the possibility. As her real body hit the ground she had already seen a massive gate rise up above her and by the time she had risen back to her feet, not even aware of what was happening she spotted the man she had killed moments before twisting and flailing, screaming and kicking as he was pulled toward a giant red portal that wreaked of destruction. Suddenly a spear of pure white held by a giant hand struck forward from the portal as it jabbed through the man and all his struggles ceased. For a moment she felt something whirling around her and she knew without asking that this portal was to hell, the thought backed up as she spotted her body on the ground. Most would have been frightened in the portals presence, especially someone who had sinned as Laetitia had but in truth she was happy, happy that there was indeed a world that fit her mind. Then without explanation the portal began to close and Laetitia felt herself frown subconsciously, uncertain why she wasn't to be taken by the portal. To this day she has no good answer, only the theory that perhaps having only killed those just as evil as she was and no innocents somehow had her branded as a vengeful spirit who was allowed to continue. Whatever the case she had thought about the fact many times since then and knew that given the chance she would have killed whoever it took to be taken by the portal. After the incident she wandered the city for a while wondering what she would do after all that but in a city so taken by death the shinigami were in full force and within half a day she was found. They gave her a speech about a place called Soul Society but most of it went over her head since she hadn't even really had time to take in the whole “I'm dead” fact yet. Without really giving her a choice they performed some elaborate motion and before she could argue they had pulled a blade out and the next thing she knew she was standing in the middle of a large street where upon bottles, blades and everything but the kitchen sink was being thrown and she spotted at least one person laying on the ground bleeding out.
It was not long before before one of the flying objects, luckily one of the duller ones smacked her in the back of the head and not one to take abuse she grasped the nearest blade and located the person who had thrown it. Within seconds the man found the greater majority of his head seeping off of his neck while blood flew everywhere, any sense of control she had being tossed out the window after the days extreme circumstances. The battle was raging strong around her but stuck in her own little world of death she walked around quietly and viciously killing every single person who so much as gave her a wrong look. That was when she spotted a group of the black robed beings who had tried to talk to her earlier cutting great swaths through the crowd as they cleared the way for a giant of a man behind them. Several foolhardy individuals tried to attack them but were cut down in their tracks, soon most had quieted down as the black robed beings told them to shut up, calm down or die in their tracks. Laetitia was only half paying attention though as she had riled up a hornets nest of angry men after killing one particularly big guy and she now went about dispatching them one by one in a dance of bloody death. Nobody could have missed it as she cut down countless individuals as they rushed toward her, trying to kill her. It wasn't until she was finished and began looking for the next person who dared throw something at her that she was the surrounding people clearing out for a monstrous individual who approached her. Laetitia didn't know what fear was but for the shortest of moments she at least felt the apprehension that came with it as the man who wreaked of even more death and pain that she did approached. She briefly wondered if he was going to try and cut her down but was startled to hear him speak.
“Name?”
“....Laetitia.” she had responded after taking a moment to consider the situation.
He had grunted what sounded sort of like a chuckle and then turned around and walked away from her. She looked around to see most of the surrounding people looking just as surprised that she was still alive as she was. Then it hit her like a brick wall that if she let this man walk off, this man that was so much like her, there was a very real chance she might never see him again. So with little thought to her own safety, unable to consider staying among such boring people after meeting him she jogged after the group in black robes. When she had approached none of them had even looked at her, but neither of them told her to go away either and so she remained. She later learned the mans name, he was Hitotsu and he quickly took a liking to Laetitia in a way he had never done with anybody else, perhaps sensing that just like he was for her, she was the same as him. She would learn all about the shinigami under him and long before she was given a position in the Gotei 13 she was already allowed to wander the 9th Division headquarters as if she owned the place. When Hitotsu finally approved her as a shinigami after serving for countless years as his right hand he didnt waste time with the academy, he simply approved her all the way to his own division and within hours she was given the position of Fukutaichou, a position Hitotsu had never seen fit to bestow upon anyone until that point.
Additional Info
One time when on a trip to the real world Laetitia happened to be walking past a TV when she saw a show about a funny doctor and his family...she now watches the “Cosby Show” whenever she gets the chance because its “funny like putting decapitated children's heads in a bag, lighting it on fire and throwing it into the nearest divisions headquarters” as she puts it.
Zanpakuto
General
Name: Perangtuan (Warmaster)
Spirit Description
Perangtuan is everything you could hope for from Laetitia. A creature of sheer malevolence that knows no bounds nor kindness and seeks only bloody power. Perangtuan is not so much Laetitias zanpaktou as Laetitia is Perantuans physical extension. This is not to say that he controls the shinigami but rather that their single minded nature of reaping death has lead to them existing as a near symbiotic duo. For all her insane fury Perangtuan could be considering insanely stable or rather just as off his rocker as Laetitia but much calmer. He speaks in a deep rumbling voice and usually talks in an old world style and as if he were a god and Laetitia was his prodigy. Perangtuan looks as corrupted as you would expect from the blade, a giant twenty foot tall hulking behemoth. His posture looks something like a mix between a man and a reptilian with a bipedal stance and humans arms and feet but with a hunched body and an elongated snout. He wears silver plate armor over his entire form that has lost all its luster and is scratched and dinted as if from a thousand wars. Rust-orange veins of pulsating metallic energy run all over his form and burn with chaotic evil energies that promise a world of madness. From ever crevice in his armor he seems to be leaking a black blood like fluid and a black bellowing smoke like energy. He also has bits of knotted, dried flesh hanging from the sharper parts of his armor. Four massive blades stick out from his back and two from under his arms which look like massive chainsaws with large teeth that could cut through just about anything, they are always soaked and bloody like someone has just been killed. His face is untelling, completely covered except for two eye-holes that burn with a deep darkness that showcases no emotion. In Laetitias mind Perangtuan can often be found sitting on a throne of skulls in the middle of a never ending darkness with the only light originating from three candles sitting around him.
Sealed
Even in its sealed form Perangtuan wreaks of foul energies and an abyss of darkness the bottom of which has and never shall be seen. It feels as if it is a extension of pure evil, giving off tainted and foul energies that threaten to warp the minds of lesser individuals with but a glance at its ruined form. More than one person has had to leave the room when the most basic form of Perangtuan is present and its existence has caused no shortage of speculation as to just how far the taint of its being reaches into its user. The blade doesn't mask this fact either with a twisted and sinister form speaking volumes of the being that lays within. The blade is a Shamshir with a dull silver color and no ornamentation to be seen though whether that is how it was from the beginning or if it is due to wear is unknown. Except for the hilt which is simply a rough silver the entire blade is pitted and scarred with wear but despite this is still incredibly sharp, there are strange wiry strands of a rust-orange material along the blades side that upon close inspection almost seem to be pulsating like a living metal. However if one tries to look to closely at this living metal it will simply disappear as if it was never there to those with strong wills and to those without the blades demonic presence will suck them into its endless shadows until they fall unconscious. Like all Shamshir it bears a long five foot blade with an obscenely curved angle and is descent for fighting regularly but absolutely vicious and unpredictable for wild swings and jabs. Due to its shape holding it in a clasp or sheath would be impossible and she instead holds Perangtuan along her lower back, just above the butt in a horizontal fashion utilizing a series of tight black fabric knots.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: Menari di hujan darah dan tenaga maya Perangtuan! (Dance in a rain of blood and power my Warmaster!)
Appearance
Perangtuans sealed form explodes in a black mist with an inner red glow that encompasses her hands for a short moment and slides forward in an obviously elongating motion as if the darkness is sentient. When it clears Laetitia holds a five foot long straight sword with a thick one foot handle that bears no guard and is a straight, thick metal pole that looks rather awkward for a hilt. The straight sword bears an abnormally thick edge and rounded end and upon inspection it becomes clear why, this is no blade, it is a chainsword that looks like one of the blades coming out of the manifestation Perangtuans back. Like its old form the entire construction is a dull silver but now the organic living orange metal is obvious as it spreads its veins all over the blade. The entire weapon has over a thousand sharp teeth that upon activation from Laetitias reiatsu begin to oscillate at over 3,500,000 times a second. Using this Perangtuan can separate the energy bonds of anything it strikes short of extremely dense spirit constructions like other zanpaktou.
Abilities
Lintah (Leech)
When Perangtuan has separated the bonds of an energy or spiritual source the orange metal begins to glow a dull color as it attracts that energy. This leech like property pulls the energy back to the large handle of Perangtuan which grows darker from its normal silver color the more energy that is stored.
Jiwa Pencuri (Soul Thief)
Exactly what is sounds like, Perangtuan painfully rips soul bonds apart and stores it. By injecting the energy into Laetitia instead of the blade itself or expelling it as energy she can rejuvenate her endurance and with greater energy can heal wounds. (Requires 1 effective absorption post from an enemy or 3 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society to rejuvenate endurance. Requires 5 effective absorption post from an enemy or 15 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society to rejuvenate moderate wounds. CANNOT USE BINATANG DAN DARAH AT ANY TIME DURING ABSORBTION OR RESTARTED!)
Binatang dan Darah (Beast and Blood)
When enough energy has been gathered with Lintah and this is activated Perangtuan can oscillate at double its normal speed at 7,000,000 oscillations per second which effectively doubles the force of the blade and its absorption property's. (Requires 5 effective absorption post from an enemy or 15 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society, CANNOT USE JIWA PENCURI AT ANY TIME DURING ABSORBTION OR RESTARTED! Last for three post.)
Bankai
Activation Phrase: Perangtuan berada di atas takhta tengkorak, menggelapkan langit dan membakar tanah! Bankai! (The Warmaster sits upon a throne of skulls, darkening the sky and burning the earth! Bankai!)
Appearance
In Bankai the giant form of the manifestation Perangtuan comes into existence just as it does in her mind. However instead of being the actual being it is as if it is the shell his soul rest within but without him actually being there. Laetitia calls out and a giant black mist explodes outwards and when it clears the armored form stands there. Laetitia is now within the armor and can control it almost like some sort of machine though the controls are physically attached to her head with several of the orange veins slipping around her eyes and touching her brain allowing for instant control as if the armor was her own body. Inside her Bankai Laetitia is infinentely slower than out but she is also almost impossible to penetrate without heavy weaponry. All of the blades attached to Perangtuans armor oscillate at 7,000,000 per second and are still capable of Lintah. If Binatang dan Darah is used in this form the armor moves faster and the oscillations escalate to 14,000,000 per second and if Jiwa Pencuri is used it has the same effects though the armor requires more storages to heal (10 effective Lintah post for moderate damage to armor).
Abilities
Api Hitam (Black Fire)
A very literal move. The Perangtuan construction opens its hands and exposes holes there where a supernatural black flame is fired from. If this flame attaches to you there is almost no way to put it out except by smothering it with an extreme burst of reiatsu. (When bankai is activated this move can already be used three times before it runs out. Requires 3 effective absorption post from an enemy or 10 effective absorption post from surrounding soul items such as the buildings in Soul Society to fire again. CANNOT USE BINATANG DAN DARAH OR JIWA PENCURI AT ANY TIME DURING ABSORBTION OR RESTARTED!)
Shinigami Techniques
One
Name: Jiwa Bom (Soul Bomb)
Number: N/A
Incantation: N/A
Effect: When a prisoners crime is not great enough to warrant immediate torture in the Basilica or one of the other camps they are offered a choice. Be put to work or serve as a Jiwa Bom or Jiwa Senapan, with what work for 9th Division constitutes taking the easy way out by becoming a Jiwa Bom is probably the smartest thing. A technique unique to Laetitia thanks to her ability to absorb energy she can inject a person with that energy and then blow it up at will. Because the maneuver takes a long time to prepare due to the volatile nature though the explosion is instantaneous this is not something that could be done in a battle. These Jiwa Bom are of course sent on one way journeys toward entrenched enemy positions to soften them up, if a Jiwa Bom tries to escape the foreign energy is released like a poison and the bomb dies a much more painful death than a simple explosion. There have been a few horror stories spread around 9th Division that the fukutaichou has secretly done this to a few of the lazier members for sheer giggles.
Two
Name: Jiwa Senapan (Soul Gun)
Number: N/A
Incantation: N/A
Effect: Jiwa Senapan is identical to Jiwa Bom except that instead of a bomb these people are killed immediately. Their energy is moved untarnished to several silos that have been created to store them and supplied to guards of the Basilica as well as carried by Laetitia. They are fast fire weapons that empty quickly and become useless husk but fire instantaneous blast as powerful as a blue fire blast without the incantation meaning that an unpredictable if short lived blast can be utilized to surprise the enemy.
Three
Name: Kurohitsugi (Black Coffin)
Number: 90
Incantation: None
Effect: Forms a box of black energy around a target, which is then pierced by dozens of energy "spears", lacerating the one inside from head to toe.
Four
Name: Api Syaraf (Nerve Fire)
Number: N/A
Incantation: N/A
Effect: A move created for the soul purpose of the Basilica though it has application in battles as well. As the name suggest Laetitia has to make a cut into her opponent (or victim) and inject a rush of powerful reverse spirit energy. This is applied to a certain nerve cluster and sets off a burning fire through the persons body as if they are on fire. It takes roughly ten minutes to wear off (10 post).
Five is saved until I think of something else.
Additional
Other Characters
Saigotschuu Yun – 10th Squad Captain
Torre - Tres Espada
Katayama Kuatura - 1st Squad, 4th Seat
Jaegar - Human Unaffiliated
Raizuki Seiani - Human Under Council
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