Shinigami Template
Basic Information
Name: Sonomori Anokoku
Age: 17
True Age: 257
Sex: Male
Personality: Unlike many people, many forms and mindsets exist within Sonomori's mind. Almost like a split personality, however somewhat merged like a thread of different color sewn into a quilt. From his blood thirsty side, so the calm and gentle philosopher his mood can change in a second. However, it is not random nor will it ever be. His first side is his mask, his hypocrite self that ignores the darker thoughts. This side of him enjoys the simpler things in life, and tends to toy around with everyone he fights against. Like a philosopher, he ponders so many things, filtering reality from fiction, constantly battling the inner self. When chosen to make decisions, he would choose the logical over the illogical, to sacrifice a thousand for a million is an easy task. Human life is no consideration within his mind. Cruel though it may be, this is how it shall happen and will not change, for he is a one of hidden stubbornness brought on by his intelligence. Needless to say, he is the one who deceives all, including himself. His inner personality triggers at the excitement of a fight. This self in particular is overjoyed at the thought of killing, and given the chance to personally spill blood he kicks off the rest of the mind and does it without control. While he only appears in a fight, he is the most varied of people, and undoubtedly the single most intelligent being in the art of war that has ever stepped foot upon the soil that we call reality. From the mastering genius of strategy, to the engaged battle of swords it seems like he can do it all without even trying, truly a demon in the art of war. But like a diamond, his control is rare. As the fight begins to descend from interest, he will simply let the others take control and not care a bit about it in the end. Last, is the true Sonomori. The one who originally called the body his own. The other two personalities are just a spawn of his inner mind, for they are two parts of a whole that makes up his true self. He drives only for himself, and will accomplish only what he intends to. So much so, that he spawned off the others to control his body when he didn't wish to bother with the various movements of his body. This personality stays deep within his mind, watching from afar as what he does like the puppet master.
Likes:1. To be alone, with his own thoughts.
2. To find those, whom he has lost.
3. To stalk his prey.
Fears:1.To lose his mind.
2. To be encased.
3. To be truly alone.
Character Appearance
Height: 6â2 ft.
Weight: 183 lb.
Physical Traits: His skin is a silk white, lining his sapphire eyes and snowy white hair. It appears as if he was a child from the divines, given the perfections of man. This white was a difference from pale, his skin was ambient in light, and even gave a distinct shine in the darkness, utterly contradictory to his nature or personality. The feeling that was felt when looking at him, was not only perfection, but a sense of laziness. Perhaps it was just his lax manner that gave his outwards appearance, staining his beautiful body with horrid tattoos of skulls and other malicious things.
Clothing: Lazily, he wears a plain white tank top, regardless of the weather or the regulations of the normal shinigami. Somewhat, this is his defining trait. It was hand sewn, and it could be seen that it was hand sewn due to the faulty threading. His pants were baggy, black and suspended with a skul belt buckle that was dotted right in the middle of his figure. Relatively, his bottom half was well dressed, whilst, his top half was draggy and ill-kept.
Accessories: Always kept with him, was his cross necklace. It was not worn around his chest, but it was within his pockets, always shining, glimmering from within itâs the threads of his pants.
Fighting Style
General Fighting Style: Utterly laid back, he thinks not of fighting as a fight, but as a game. He thinks of it somewhat in accordance with chess. Slowly he picks his pieces, giving great thought to where they lay. With each and every move he sets up a new tactic. With each new tactic comes a new strategy. Finally, the result is the well-oiled machine that is his mind and body.
Strengths: He is somewhat of a tactical god. Without moving, without forcing he finds ways that almost no other would think of to win, and executes them in a manner of efficiency. This becomes his strength, because he has no need to move in battle. He allows his opponents to fight to almost fight themselves.
Weaknesses: Due to his lazy fighting style, he lacks the buildup that most others have in their legs. As such his legs are not as strong, giving a lack of speed in almost all areas. If oneâs laziness is cut out, then it would be his stamina that tends to lack.
Zanpakuto & Kidou
Sealed Appearance: His zanpaktou is utterly malicious. The hilt of the sword was customized and redone to appear as it were the grip of a skull-cane. Jewels dotted the skulls eyes, and likewise along the sides of the sheat. The blade itself was concealed in the somewhat cylinder type shape. As such, the sheath was bigger than the blade, and the blade was smaller than average. Sheath and blade in total, it was a fairly large cane. It came up to the manâs waist with easy, and was his walking cane at times.
Spiritâs Name: Nevius Caliga
Spiritâs Appearance: He is a massive best of black. Truly, he is a spawn straight from hell itself. Towering over 13 feet, his body appears with massive gashes, chains impeded in his body and dotting across his skin. He is a mesh of metal and flesh, a beast whoâs gears turn with the flow of time.
Spiritâs Personality: As vicious as he appears, he is a gentle giant. Without provocation, he will not assault those who wonder near. Most of his time spent within the inner world is spent roaming, roaming endlessly. And, like a roamer, his attitude as adjusted to one. He enjoys the company of others, even more so to his master. What results is a conversation demon, only to be pulled into assault under the own provocation of its enemies. While it is not the most intelligent, it will not be fooled. He is strong minded, and strong willed. His personality supplements to his master, keeping him sane in his times of need.
Inner World: The world is a dark, damp range of mountains. Mist permeates everything. Visibility is utter destroyed, making it impossible to navigate. Anything trapped in this abyss would be stuck wondering for an eternity, in the natural maze that the world has created.
Kidou: None
Shikai
Call Out Command: Project thy inner self, Nevius Caliga
Appearance: The zanpaktou itself dissapears from the outer world. Then, it is transported into his inner world, the place where his spirit lives. From here, the zanpaktou itself turns into the spirit.
Abilities: Overview: His abilities dictate his power to bring things from his inner relm into reality. This is done through rifts in the current dimension, marked by singed space. Each rift cannot be bigger then a quater, is transparent, and nothing larger then this rift can fit through. Only five of these rifts may be present at any given time. Rifts that are not within his sight cannot be created, if it is unable to be seen by the naked eye, then it is impossible to use. This prevents him from summoning objects inside of a person.
The effective range of this ability slowly decreases as it is used away from his body, until nothing can be fit through. For every 10 yards the size of the hole decreases by 1/20th of an inch.
The closer to the body the rift is, the more control it will have as well. Within 10 yards of him, the opening and closing time is .5 seconds, and increases by .5 for every 30 yards.
Command: Metal (Mid/Long Range)
Description: Sonomori commands that metal shards be shot through to create a long range attack. Only one per rift created. The size of these shards depend on how close to the user they are shot from. All shards shot are the exact size of the hole that they are shot from. Larger shards shoot further and hit more powerfully, but lose their kinetec force faster then smaller shards. As their kinetec force is lost, they become much less powerful and far more inacurate. This requires the user to choose carefully between farther shot and shorter shots.
Command: Creep (Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands that a thin blade be slid through the singed space and create a close range assasination, slicing, or defending ability. The blade itself, stops just short of 3 feet from the hole, and requires a 1 second redraw time. Each blade can only achieve speed equal to twice the user's ability to thrust physically, therefore he will never be able to exceed twice the speed that he would with a blade. (Imagine blades coming from thin air in a thrusting moition, while fog is active only two of these will be able to be used, and there is a 1.5 second minimum time for them to be used again, in absolute best case scenario)
Command: Fog (Long/Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands the thick fog be transfered through to an area of application. To keep this fog active he must use three of his five slots at all times. Due to the properies of the fog, it induces confusion by acting a reiatsu suppressent. This does not mean reiatsu cannot be sensed in the fog, however it does mean that doing so will be far more difficult and require far more concentration.
Command: Echo (Long/Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands a whisper from the inner realm to be emited. This can be used for distraction or the confusion of his opponent.
Command: Roar (Long/Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands his inner beast to let forth a startling roar as an intimidation tactic.
Command: Light (Long/Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands the dim colored lights to shine through to this relm, creating all sorts of illusionary effects when combined with previous commands. This ability is meant for confusion, and cannot generate any harmful forces.
Command: Pressure (Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands that his inner spirit through a massive punch at the quater sized whole. This creates a jet of pressure from the whole on the other side, ussually able to break medium density rock, or topple trees. The closer to the player this is used, the more powerful it becomes. A max power would be able to break solid rock, and this decreases for every 10 yards, becoming almost pointless at about 100 yards. This ability can only be used every ten seconds, and cannot be used in sequence with Command: Metal or Command: Creep
Command: Sight (Long/Mid/Close Range)
Description: Sonomori commands his inner beast to peer into this dimension. This is the only ability that has its own set amount of rifts, seperate from the rest. There can be up to three sight rifts at a time. These cannot be used from more then 300 yards, regaurdless. Each eye projects what it sees back to the user, giving increased vision at the cost of minor confusion. The more eyes that are used, the more confusing it gets for the user.
These eyes have been conditioned to the mist of his inner realm and have adapted to see through it. (Note: 300 yards for this type of ability is fairly reasonable.)
Boosts: None
Bankai
New Name: [What's your zanpakuto's new name? Ex: Tensa Zangetsu, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi, etc.]
Appearance: [What does your bankai look like? Character appearance changes, weapon changes, etc.]
Abilities: [What abilities does your character gain]
Boosts: [Increases in your character's physical capabilities. Speed, Strength, Stamina, etc.]Toukai
Name: [A greater variation of the bankai name. most likely sounds cooler.]
New Appearance: [You are one with your zanpaktou. Your appearance will most likely mirror a fusion between you and your zanpaktou spirit. What does this amazing new form look like?]
Abilities: [These are your bankai powers at a new height of god-like potential ( without being god mod )]
Boosts: [Being in this state puts your bankai boosts at x4]Back Drop
Background: (Birth + Childhood) Amongst the broken down houses and fog of the Rukongai a few days after he died, a baby formed out of the shadows. The crying echoed outwards into the damp decaying wood of a house near by. From the door, out walked a man in ragged clothing with a curious expression on this face. His eyebrow lifted at the astonishment that a baby was laying right out in front of his door. There was no basket, no letter. Just a baby without a umbilical cord sitting right at his doorstep. The man was completely in astonishment. He had no clue as what he was going to do. He just couldn't leave a new born baby to die on its own. In his pity, he picked up the newborn and brought it inside. From within a pile of rags, he pulled out a single clean sheet of cloth in which to wrap the child in. However, he had no idea on how to raise a baby in the least bit. A few days past without any trouble. The newborn was getting by on leftover bread from the market that he was being fed. Surely though, this was not nearly enough for a newborn child. One day, on the week after he was found, the baby began to cry uncontrollably. The man had no idea how to solve this crisis. He tried everything he possible could. In the end, a neighbor come to see what all the noise was. To her surprise she found a hectic man trying to get a baby to stop crying. She quickly went over to him to see what was wrong. Her eyes inspected the baby carefully. A few moments afterwords she turned to the man and said "What the hell are you trying to do? Freeze him to death? Look at this he barely has any cloths. I'm sure he hasn't been getting the proper food either." She looked at the child concerned. In a means to defend his actions the man replied "Its all I have. I wasn't expecting to raise a child, he just appeared on my doorstep about a week ago and I've been caring for him since then." The woman looked over to the man with a perplexed face. "Just appeared on your doorstep?" The man nodded, "Please, can you take of him. There is no way I can raise him." This obviously was a large problem for the woman, however she took the baby and left with a re-assuring goodbye. Months passed and the winter season began. The times were increasingly difficult for the rukongai. Nothing looked like a ray of hope that winter. It was surely the coldest one in hundreds of years. Because of the cold, all the water was freezing over. Surely souls did not need things such as food and water. They were dead right? Of course those who used spirit energy needed to eat. But other than just that people really didn't need nourishment. It seemed that the adults were just fine, while the children began to fall ill. Children use up more spiritual energy, thus having to eat and drink to regain it. This obviously brought problems into the picture for everyone. However, the babies were effected the most. They were freezing and could not build up energy because of the lack of food and water. Seriete noticed that is was starting to become a problem. As a means to help, they began sending agents into the city each day with fresh food and water. On the third day that they were sending the woman and the baby went out into the streets to get some supplies. She approached the line with the baby held silent in her arms. As they reached the front of the line, she bent over to grab a package. The babies eyes opened and looked over to the man with a adorable look. It put out his arm in amusement as if it was trying to get his attention. The army quickly quote the man's attention, drawing his eyes inward to the palm of the child. It began to struggle from within the woman's arms, trying to jump out. It fell from her arms, falling to the ground softly on a pile of sheets. The baby looked up into a smile, wrapped in a small blanket. Soon after, the woman who had been holding him had collapsed. She fell to the ground, dead from a disease. The shinigami looked down at the baby, shockingly reacting to the woman falling right after he landed. He rushed over to her body, checking for a pulse as the crowed began to step back. The baby just looked over to the man, smiling innocently. "Shes dead..." the words uttered from the shinigami's lips like the sharp knife to a soft stomach. He looked over to the baby, his eyes in shock from what he had just discovered. A few days latter the official cause of death had been known. She had died from her spiritual energy being drained away. The child had been the culprit. It had a spiritual pressure at such a young age. Due to this fact the seritie look him in, raising him as their own.
( 6 years later )
The summer wind blew in the seriete, a bells ring disrupting the atmosphere with the call for the morning students. Sonomori grabbed his wooden katana, barely able to fit in on his sash due to his small stature. He was just but 6 years old, and already attending school to become a shinigami. His feet lopped against the ground as he rushed to the dojo. With a quick slide and a ruffle of the doors, he barely made it to class in time. The teacher once again scolded him for being late to class. This was not the first time. He had been attending for a few months now. He was one of the youngest students to ever attend the academy. The other students looked down on him because he was so young, they would ask to each other in the distance from him, "How did he get into the academy. He must have connections with the noble families or something." Of course this was but another passing occurrence. The teacher called his name up to the floor, Sonomori assuming his training stance as the contender walked up to his front. "You think this squirt can even stand a chance? I'll have him crying to his momma in a few seconds." He said with a overtone of confidence in his apparent lack of manners. Instead of reacting to this with his own smart-ass comment, he bowed in respect for his opponent was a second year as he was a first. He held up his wooden katana, nearly bigger than his body. The sensei signaled the fight as he saw the two ready. A quick patter of footsteps swept the floor as the dashed towards each other. Clank, a clash of wooden blades popped through the air, following another series of small wooden strikes. Surprisingly, the two were nearly even. The only advantage was to Sonomori's opponent in which was at-least 3 feet taller than him. Of course, this might have been a equal advantage for Sonomori. His opponent always had to strike downwards, never upwards or from the side. Sonomori would just easily duck against these attacks instead of dodging. It was a predictable movement, however the same was for Sonomori whom could only strike upwards. It was a equal stalemate for the two. "I take back what I said about you kid, your not that bad." Sonomori smiled at his opponents compliment, thrusting forward his sword at his opponent. "You too." The clashes of wood continued until the instructor blew his whistle, signaling them to stop. This was but many duels that Sonomori would have over his first year. A few wins against the younger first years, and a few defeats from the second years. He trained very digitally, striving to be the best in his class. Most of the time his young age held him back, the usual people talking about him behind his back. He didn't care. They knew nothing about him, and he didn't care to know much about himself either. The first year passed very slowly for the students, probably due to their youth. At the end of the year, there was to be a exit exam for the first years. From the brackets rolling and the peering eyes, it was enough to make any 6 year old nervous. His name was called, the director of the exam yelling it out with a slip of paper in his hands. The nervous 6 year old walked up to the arena, meeting his rather large opponent. He was up against one of his classmates, probably the one who is always talking behind his back. The two readied their wooden katana. A loud whistle and shot of drums cracked the air as the two rushed at each other. A patter of feet with the clashing of wood. It was sure that it would be a quick fight. However as to who would win is a different story. Sonomori's footing quickly shifted within the draw of swords, his right foot sliding into the ankle of his opponents. With the toppling of his opponent, Sonomori quickly overcame his opponent in which was twice is size. A smash of wood upon the head, the instructors simply stunned. The big man in which was facing against the 6 year old boy, had collapsed over with a knot on his head. Sonomori had won. A 6 year old first year toppled a large man in his late 20's at least. This was a massive uproar. However, to his classmates this was no surprise. The all assumed that he had won because of the teacher's extra training. Everyday he stayed 3-4 hours later than all the other students to train with the sensei. To him it was a daily need. Considering his age he needed all the extra practice and it appears that it had paid off. From this victory, he obtained his second year. Surely this was a feat to behold, a 6 year old kid going to second year in his first try. However, this was only the beginning of the challenges.
(3 Years Later)
It's been a few months since the second year exit exam. Sadly, Sonomori failed his first attempt at the exam. However he had just passed it, crushing his opponent with a single blow. Now he was a few months into his third year. By this time they were already getting ready to choose zanpaktou as well as hunt hollow. The second bell sounded, it was time for kidou class. The students got up to the line, facing their palm at the target as the chanted their kidou in unison. A loud shout came from the courtyard in which they were practicing "Shakkahou!" A blazing red ball of fire shot from each of the students hands, some exploding before they even ejected. One of which that landed on the targets was the one standing next to Sonomori. Not to the instructors surprise, Sonomori's shakkahou barely even built up the energy to form. Thus, it exploded in his hand. "Sonomori, you have to focus more into your palm. You can't just call out the incantation and hope you launch a kidou." Sonomori had heard this a hundred times. He knew how to do it, but he just couldn't summon up the energy to do it. It appeared to alot of people as though his small body could not generate enough energy at the time to use kidou. However, some instructors argued that he just had to much spiritual energy to control. Despite everything they said, the fact remained he could not use kidou, meaning he would never pass his third year. He knew he had to learn no matter how much training he put himself through. He stayed after class as he normally did, practicing till the sun set behind the horizon. A few nights it would take the call of the instructor to get him off the field practicing. One night, after the school hours, a captain had visited the school to pick out the final year students in which he would like in his squad. Him and the director walked across the stepping stone unto the main campus. As the began to walk up into the corridor where the kidou training was to be done, they heard a loud crash of fire and burning wood. The captain asked, "And what might that have been?" The instructor shook his head in shame and said politly "I'm sorry thats probably my student practicing kidou." A surprised look appeared on the captains face "Still? Its far past student hours. I think I'm going to pass this student a visit." He walked down to the door, slowly sliding open to doors to a 9 year old kid in front of a blazing fire on the ground. "EH?!?!?" Yelled out the kid, covered in dust and ash as he tried to stomp out the fire. He barely even noticed the captain walking up behind him. "Practicing kidou this late are we?" Sonomori jumped up in surprise as he stepped out the last of the cindering ashes. It seemed that a piece of wood had flown upon the ground in front of him. The captain looked over to the targets, the entire face of one of the targets being completly blow off, the piece of wood under the kids foot being the leg in which would have held up the target. The instructor walked over to Sonomori in amazement. "Why is it that do you don't do that when we are in class?" Sonomori held his head in shame replying "I'm afraid I'm going to mess up and kill someone. If I cant control the damage then imagine what would happen if I misfired. The guy who works so hard next to me wouldn't even be able to graduate anymore." However this did not change the opinion of his instructor whatsoever, but he did now know the true cause of why he couldn't use kidou. Its not that he simply could not use the energy, he could not control it and was afraid that he would hurt someone. The captain looked over his shoulder and said "Well how about you try this one more time and I'll give you some personal pointers." Sonomori's face lit up with joy, the fact that he would get some advice from a captain was rare even for the final years. He rose his hand up to aim at the target, reciting the incantation from memory as he built up his reiastu. The captain put his hand on the child's shoulder, "Fire it" a moderate blast of fire shot from the boy's hand outwards at the target, just barely exploding in front of it. It was as if he mastered it. "See? Much better hmm?" It was obviously perfect at this point, however he did not know why. "My spiritual pressure caused your reiastu to drain at the moment you fired. So do you see your mistake?" Sonomori was still moderately confused, he was only 9 after all. The captain took his hand off Sonomori's shoulder, "Now try it again. Match the feeling of the last one to this one." Sonomori began to repeat the action, a ball of fire forming in his palm as Sonomori closed his eyes. At the instant he fired, it was as if something held him back. A thought snapped into his head, if he just charged for less time then the blast wouldn't be as powerful. As the incantation was done, he shot the blast out as fast as he could. This caused his reiastu to launch before it had compiled into a massive blast. However he knew that if he just shot it out as fast as he could it would explode in his hand, thus he shaped the reistu like it was being shot out of a cannon, his hand being the barrel. Surely enough the blast shot outwards into the field, igniting one of the targets. "Ahh, perfect. I think you get the concept now." Sonomori looked up to the captain smiling, "Thank you so much!." He ran off without the formal goodbye, grabbing his things and disappearing into the distance. "That kid shows promise don't you think, I've never seen someone so young get it so quickly." The two continued about their business through the rest of the night.
(1 Year Later)
Its the final year start. Most students enrolled are well over 20 years old. However amongst these is a student who is only a mere 10 years old. It is the day for the hollow slaying exam. Zanpaktou's are finally being issued out to the students. They call the names of the fourth years up one by one to receive the training zanpaktou that will bind itself to their soul and form a weapon. "Number 19!" Sonomori is called. He walked from the crowed and up to the man, standing barely half his height. The man looked down, sort of surprised on how small he was. He picked a zanpaktou off the rack, placing it in the boy's hands. Sonomori tied it to his side and walked back into line. This was the true beginning of become a real shinigami. The students just got their main partner. It will become much more interesting now. A few hours after the issuing finished, the instructor for the fourth year class called up all of his students attending the hollow practice hunt. They would be going to the real world to train on dummy hollows. The class lined up in rows, the students curiously looking to the front of the line to see where they were going. Short after they were organized, the instructor began to lead them into the portal of the living. They stepped through in pairs of 3, the 3 beside them being the partners. The order in which the partners was decided was done on the number your zanpaktou was. 19 would have been paired with 29 and 39, 20 would have been paired with 30 and 40, and so on. The order was due to the large amount of fourth yea students. Sonomori's team approached the gate, their eyes peering vaguely into the swirling vortex of blue and white covered by a outline of stone as a gate. They each stepped one foot in first, then following up with their entire body. Supposedly for the first time people it was a very strenuous task to travel between worlds. Then again some people also found it very amusing. As the light began to darken at the end of the tunnel of swirling blue and white, a picture began to form in the view. It was that of a small town. They stepped outwards, their feet planting upon the roof a building as they lined back up in their rows of three and proceeded to the area in which they would be instructed on what to do. Each student lined up to the area, a big clearing upon the top of a roof. The main director walked up from behind a few of the highest ranking seniors at the academy. "In this drill you will be fighting dummy hollow" From the point of the students he continued on most about the stuff they already knew and the things that they would have to do to complete the mission with a passing grade. From amongst the directors words a few statements caught the attention of Sonomori's ears. "The team that gets the best score shall automatic become a second semester academy student." This seemed like a very interesting chance for him. "If there arn't any question you may begin, the one with the most hollow kills wins!" A dash of three man teams shot out from each direction in a flurry to win. Sonomori's team shot off to the left, "Alright guys since these are dummy hollows then we should just outsmart them, we will distract one from the front and finish it from the back with a kidou." A rude implement from behind Sonomori replied "Who made you the leader?" Sonomori didn't even bother to answer to this stupid question. He knew that this was the smartest way to get the most points. The other one just stayed quiet. As they moved forward they saw another team getting completely destroyed by a dummy hollow. It appeared that these dummy hollow were definitely not as weak as intended. "Shakkahou!" A blazing red fire blew from Sonomori's hand as the passed, crashing into the hollow and blowing it to pieces before it even noticed he was there. "One down" Sonomori said in a cocky attitude. Sonomori's teammates smirked, moving at a faster pace towards a hollow in front of them. The assumed formation quickly, surrounding the hollow in a triangle. The front two drew their zanpaktou, Sonomori sliding in from behind as the two in the front brought down their katana. The dummy hollow jumped back, as planned flying right into Sonomori's zanpaktou. It as quickly slashed in half, his teammates counting "Two down" The hunt continued for hours, "Twenty three down" from the left, "Forty six down" from the right. They hunted down a total of 72 dummy hollow. The amount released was well over 500. It appeared that more than 20 of the teams where either defeated or disqualified for some reason. The night passed on and the students were called back. From this point only a fraction of the students that came here were still standing. Sonomori's team standed tall. They were sure they had the highest score. Even the instructors were impressed on their cooperation. Even more so that their team contained what would seem like a prodigy 10 year old. They walked down, the director pulling a piece of paper from the envelope. They called the names inside, it appeared that more than just a few people were getting promoted. "Haku, Sonomori, Zenzo, ect" He kept continuing on. It appeared that as they thought, their team had been chosen to go to second semester. A few moments later, the ones that wern't called walked out. At this point there was little than 10 of us left. Sonomori's full team was easily there. The director began to speak, "You have shown the teamwork skills and power to be declared not only second semester students. This was the exit exam for the fourth year, and all of you standing here passed it with flying colors." All the students faces lit up, they had passed the fourth year without even knowing they were taking the exit exam. It was truly a high point for all of the students there.
(A few months later)
Each student that had passed the hollow examination was now a full fledged shinigami. They each had their own uniform, their own zanpaktou and now they had to pick their own squad. It isn't a very difficult thing to do. However, the rest of their lives depended on which squad they would choose. Would they choose the front lines 11th squad? The kidou squad 4th? The assasination squad 2nd? It all depending on what the shinigami would want to do for the rest of his or her lives. For Sonomori the choice was a bit of a hard decision. He wanted his shikai to match the squad in which he was going to enroll in. This was a difficult task because he had not even began to think he could master shikai. In the end he might even stay at the academy a few more years to mature and learn his shikai. Most students at this point just join what they think is cool, and their shikai ends up being useful for what they chose. So if the time comes before it is mastered, that is the course of action. Plus to the fact that they don't let you stay at the academy any longer than the time it took you to graduate. In a desperate attempt to learn it before he was forced to choose his squad, Sonomori set out to the edge of the rukongai where he would perform extense training throughout the rest of the year, in which time he would have to choose. It took a few days to travel from the gate out to the edge, but with a little effort he made it there shortly before nightfall. "Hmmm.. its going to be dark soon. I'll probably need to set up camp here just encase." The words echoing out into the darkening trees as he pulled out the supplies he had brought. He set up a few rods, attaching a small overcoat to them. Then set it down on the ground like I tent. "Alright now I'm going to need some firewood. He looked around his campsite to check if there was anything. To his advantage there was a recently fallen tree nearby in which he gathered his firewood from, kindling it into a pile and lighting it on fire. The rest of the night was spent on guard, and in a mild sleep. As the sun rose the next morning the fire was already burnt out, Sonomori awaking with a yawn and stretch. It only took him but a few minutes to pack back up his things and keep moving. He was headed to the waterfall. The residents that he had passed in the rukongai had told him to stay away from it, mostly they were worried because he was only 10 years old and trying to go out into the wilderness by himself. However, Like always this didnt even so much as hinder his plans. The residents told of hollow that have been seen around the area, giving the perfect opportunity to get some real battle experience. A few hours of travel lead him to a large clearing with a beautiful waterfall in the middle, pouring out hundreds of gallons into the river below. Sonomori walked up to the river, splashing some water in his face before taking a drink. "Well this seems like the best of places." He began to set back up his camp, only setting up the tent. "I'll just have to gather the firewood later." He unsheathed his zanpaktou, planting it in the ground in front of him. He pulled a book from his backpack, flipping through the pages as if it were a manual. "Ahh here it is, the best method for obtaining shikai. Hmmm.. It says here that the best way to obtain it would be to through yourself into a life or death situation to where you must cooperate with your sword, or die. Well that sounds pretty dangerous." Sonomori laughed to himself, unaware that there was a hollow lurking within the shadows around him. A few moments after he had read the line, a lion like hollow sprang from the trees, Sonomori reflexively grabbing the hilt of his sword and swinging it out of the ground at the hollow. The tip of the blade sliced into the mask, causing the hollow to topple to the side in pain as it dissipated into the air. "Phew.. that was a close one. I suppose I should be a tad bit more careful." The days continued. A few hollow attacks now and then. It was fairly boring other than the strict training. More or less he focused mainly on building up his own strength with the sword, practicing the kendo that was taught at the academy. Even though his body was small, it began to build as he had to hunt for his food and take care of himself. It was true when they said that living in the wilderness is the best of training you can obtain. He barely kept himself entertained by reading books that he had brought. This kept him both knowledgeable in both his mind and his body.
(8 months later.)
As time closed closer to the time limit, a peaceful day turned into a struggle for life and death. Sonomori had been training constantly out in the wilderness for about 8 months now, learning how to fend for himself with ease. One day, as the night began to draw near, Sonomori was setting up his camp for the night. He went out to gather firewood, as usual carrying his katana. From within the trees came forth a loud roar. A blazing screech of combined hollow voice pounding into the forest. In a second, hundreds of eyes began to open around Sonomori, circling his body like a pack of wolves. It appeared that his constant killing of hollow in the area and finally drawn the main pack. From each side rushed a hollow, a flash of metal flying at each of them as they came, some attacks missing while others striking. Blood poured from the dissipating wounds of each hollow he killed, but to no end whatsoever. The hollow just kept coming. It was no end in sight, and things were getting grim. Sonomori's small figure could not last for much longer. He desperately lashed out at a hollow charging him. The claws of the beast mixed with the misty breath behind the mask slowly clashing with the zanpaktou, sending a spark into the air. They twisted around, the hollow jumping off the blade. Sonomori's small figure was thrown back, lowering his stance for a split second due to the shock. As he was regaining his stance, the hollow bounced off the ground in front of him, launching it's body forward faster than the previous dash. The claws rose into the darkened air, racing towards the boy with a vicious intent to kill on contact. Stumbling to attack, the boy lost his focus in the sight of the hollow. The area turning trey around him like he was about to die. It all seemed to be in slow motion, the inability to react in the face of a life or death situation. A voice called in his head, "redirect through space.... Kaishin!" It was as if he was calling these words himself, a shot of energy flying through his body as his sword began to glow a shining white. A symbol began to burn painlessly into Sonomori's right and left hands. His sword fading into mid air as the symbols completed. In confusion an instinct took over, Sonomori throwing out his arm into the air, his two fingers of his right hand pointing directly at the face of the hollow. A singe began to form in the air in-front of his fingers. A blade shot outwards into the air, faster than the hollow's movements it completed the extension direction into the mask of the hollow. The blade quickly retracting as fast as it shot outwards back into the singe. It was obvious to him now that he had obtained shikai, and without realizing it he had said those words.
(A few seconds earlier inside of his mind.)
Sonomori appeared within a strange world, looking around to spectate where he was. He was in complete confusion. The last thing he remembered was the area turning gray and the fierce red eyes of the hollow inches away from his body. Suddenly a man appeared behind him, "Wondering where you are?" Sonomori turned around startled as could be. He looked up to the figure, dressed in a ripped up coat of pure white. "Um, yes actually" In a quick response the man replied "You are inside of your mind, I am your sword Kaishin." Sonomori's face lit up with excitement, "Really?!?!" The man nodded, touching the forehead of his body with the tips of his fingers. "My ability is quite simple, I'm sure you can understand. From the control of my two fingers, index and middle, I can dematerialize myself into absolutely nothing, and reform elsewhere. Needless to say I as in the blade." Sonomori replied curiously, "So all I have to do is focus on a point, and mark it with my fingers and the blade will come out?" Kaishin looked down at the boy, "Pretty good deduction, however there is much more to it than just that. If you noticed, there are markings on both of your hands. Do know what that means?" Sonomori brought up his hands to look at them, "Two blades?" A smile lit up on the zanpaktou's face "Why yes, you can re materialize two different blades of 7 feet length anywhere within your visual range as long as you mark them with your fingers. As you progress you will gain many more abilities than just this. Now I suppose you will need some practice as eh? Before I send you back you must pierce me once with your attacks. Or you will stay trapped in your mind forever." Sonomori's jaw just simply dropped. "Well I suppose it would be good practice," a smirk lighting up on his face as his fingers pointed to a area singeing on the area in front of his zanpaktou. A blazing fast blade shot outwards to the flowing backwards figure. The blade had missed. "Late timing, you were too slow." Sonomori continued to shoot his fingers outwards, blades flying out of singes in the air around his zanpaktou. The blades missed one after another. It appeared that his zanpaktou was much to fast. "Sonomori, the speed of your blades depend on how fast you flick your fingers at the target, if your only moving them a small bit they will be so slow that your opponent will dodge." Sonomori jumped back, the tips of his fingers moving inward without the use of his arms. "And remember, the angle of the blade depends on the angle of your fingers." However, Sonomori had already figured this out, as a diagonal blade shot down from behind Kaishin's shoulder. Kaishen looked back, another singe forming in front of his stomach at the movements of his fingers. His shoulder clipped the blade, twisting to avoid the pierce of his stomach. "Eh pretty good for a beginner." He smirked, the world swirling inwards into the newly forming consciousness of the world. As he awoke from his mind the hollow in front of him had been pierce clean through. His head turning left then right, a quick flicker of the wrist and a scream. A blade had come down on a hollow to his right. It pierced his head clean through. The hollow dissipated upwards into the air, a screech of pain and agony rippling into the air. All the hollow began to flood inwards in a swarm. As each hollow rushed from the bush into the clearing, a quick flick of the wrist followed. As each hollow came a sing appeared above their head, the timing slicing and piercing them as they came. Each of their bodies floated up into the air in the form of a dark mist. This continued for hours, sharpening the senses of the boy and maturing his reiastu. A flurry of metal ended the rampage, the last hollow had jumped from its confines to be pierced from the underside. The beast dissipated in black mist into the dark sky, fading from existence as the boy collapsed over in exhaustion. The symbols upon his hands faded slowly back into the sheath tied to his side. His eyes shut, falling into a deep sleep.
(A few days later)
He awoke beside the water, the sun just rising from the horizon. He sat up, looking around with a crushing headache. "I wonder how long I was out." His eyes wandered around the area, covered in slash marks and dismantled trees. With a quick flip unto his feet, he began to walk over to his camping supplies, the horrid smell of rotting food filling his nose. "Dammit I must have been out for at least 3 days, all my food has gone bad." He picked the food out of his tent and tossed it into the woods, cleaning out the insides as he did so. "Well, I suppose I should head back to the seriete. They are probably going to call for squads in a few weeks." A snap, then the sound of folding following a yawn broke his conversation, even though it was to himself. He packed all of the stuff upon his back, surprised at how utterly light the material was. A quick note of how much he had grew over the few months. He was at least 3 inches taller, now being 11 years old instead of 10. The path was a long way back, at least 20 miles. In a sense it only took him about a week to reach the area, so he figured it would take about a week to go back. A few hollow attacks now and then, but more or less it was a rather enjoyable trip. The loud voice of a man called out with a waving arm as he approached the rukongai. Sonomori walked up to him, "Eh what is it." The old man panted for a second, "They are starting the squad selection early you might want to get a move on it before your written out." Sonomori began to dash towards the seriete gate, waving back at the old man, "Thanks oji-san." He ran straight past the gate, the guards looking back and thinking " what the hell?" He blew through the doors to the academy, rushing out into the courtyard where they had already began. He had completly forgot the fact that his equipment was still on his back. He dropped it down, the eyes peering at him as he did so. One of the instructors yelled out "Take a seat, no more disruptions from you." Of course he obediently did so, sitting down on the 4th row from the platform in which the instructors where standing on. This was the final graduation ceremony, all the captains gathering. They called out his name, "Sonomori" and continued as he got out of his seat. He walked up to the left side, placing his piece of paper in the box set for squad two, and walked back down to the courtyard to take a seat. The ceremony lasted a few more hours, making everyone sit patiently as they called the final names. At the end of the ceremony each shinigami was told to go behind the captain in a army style formation to receive their squad jackets. At the end of the day, all the students went home to rest, and continue on the next day as full fledged shinigami.
Side Notes: This character contains history for activation of shikai, however no shikai is stated. This is because the shikai is not mastered and it was pulled in a life and death situation. He cannot call upon it normally and it would be perfered to RP on the forum, him obtaining shikai rather then placing it in this history anyway. In addition the proceeding RP sample is taking from this character well into the god-tier stages. Please ignore the technicalities and read it as if you were reading a normal post, ~thank you
RP Sample: Bringing forth the full manifestation of his power, the orbs that circled him grew closer to his body. They appeared as if they were defending him. Perhaps this was the case? Most likely, it was not. These balls were filled with an offensive reiatsu, therefore they would be used as such. Before his opponent had even launched himself from the ground he threw another, and another. Two were down, aimed at him as his feet lifted off in assault against him. He knew that the bankai of this man, was horrendously powerful. These spheres did not even stand a moderate chance of defending him. They were used for an area of effect, and that's what they were doing. The entire slab of rock that was this land was shaking in the wake of the explosions.
The foolish action of his opponent to hide underground would haunt him. Rifts in the earth began to appear with the second and third ball. Not only were the fires raging, but the explosions were sending out massive jets of compressed air into the cracks that the previous left. It had the effect of lifting the surface of the rock inches at a time. As hot air was thrust into the ground, it began to build up and pocket. With raging pillars of fire and smoke overhead, and the ground itself heating each impact was amplified to an extent that it would never have been beforehand. Molten rock began to form in some impacts, those who were hit over and over and over and the fires intensified more and more.
Everything was dry, catching a blaze quickly. All of it was kindle for the fire, and the surface of the rock not only was it moving, it was being heated. Ground temperatures were starting to smelter, and the air became semi-toxic with boiling clouds of soot traveling into the air. Only the winds from their clashes were keeping them from the deadly toxins that plauged the bowl around this area.
What had remained of the first box that the arrancar made was now toppling, or had rather been toppling more and more the entire time. It left a rim, a rim keeping the flow of fires from the out, from the flow from the in.
Somewhat of an effect drew from this. First, it meant that the fire was being distributed upwards in a more defined shape, rather then across the wastes. Second, it meant that the fires on the outside which were growing even hotter and brighter, did not heat the air inside. Regardless, to be in the sky was a dangerous thing. As heat rises it creates a problem, Sonomori knew this. To himself he thought, if only he could use this to his advantage. With the time upon him to defend he had come up with a solution.
His last move, his last shot at the trapped reiatsu would be aimed not below him, but above him. A raging force appeared as he grabbed the final ball and turned to the sky. Forcing massive amounts of reaitsu into this ball, he was breaking even the fined crystal within it. For any soul, they would be suffocated in this building reaitsu. Without compression, his body ignited in a brilliant sapphire fire. Cyan, raging, these flames crawled. They crawled, slithered to the ball. They were draw, he was feeding his reaitsu into it. Naturally, it devoured it and rejoiced in this.
He drew his hand across his face once more, bringing back the powerful hollow within him. But it was to late, he couldnt force any more energy in without being cut in half. With all his force he threw the ball into the air, shotting like a sky far into the atmosphere. What would happen next would be a blinding fate. Truly, and literally blinding. As he turned with absolute maximums, his speed unrivaled to himself before, he drew his black blade from within his own body.
Grasping the center of his chest, he pulled a black blade from it. The darkness that lingered upon him suddenly came, eating the rest of the sapphire flames and forming into the blade. Massive, it was as it formed. It was a large cleaver, bigger then his own body. He would need this for his next task. It wisped into his ear again, the whisper of the wind. Something felt wrong, as if these were impossible to doge. In a sense they were, he had waited far to long to bring himself to defend.
Absolutely not time, none. "SHIT!?!?!?!" He yelled in his mistake, the sword suddenly bulking. It exploded outwards, creating a forward shock wave directly down at his opponent. The blades cut through this shock wave, but something was absolutely wrong with how they did. The man was still screaming, burning his reaitsu more and more. Air was pushed in waves and waves away from him, effecting the accuracy of anything and everything that was launched at him. Screaming, raging he tossed and turned. The hollow within him was feeding him all it's power, and it's sword was raging at the final stage of releasing.
There wasn't any time to release, he couldn't perform the actions required to release it. Just a little more, just a little more. The thoughts rang over and over in his head, as he waited for the explosion in the sky overhead. He felt his flesh tear, one of the saws had cut into his stomach. Without pain, he grabbed the saw, stopping it mid spin and throwing it back down at his opponent. How?! How is it possible that he could have done this? It had happened. The requirements had been met as he yelled at the top of his lungs. Much, much more violently then his opponent previously.
"BANNNNNNNNKAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
As he said this the bomb in the sky ignited. White flames covered the entire horizon, blinding lights rained down upon them. So blinding, where these lights, that they even began to blind Sonomori himself, with his back fully turned. What effect would they have to those who were looking at the figure when this happened? But more importantly, just what was this? He called for his bankai just now? But what did it do?
Something was blocking his body from releasing all of the trapped up energy inside of him like before. His skin was bulging, and from the wound that he had just received came a splash of white. This was not from his hollow, it was not from his regeneration. The reiatsu was pouring, in liquid form. Suddenly, it began to rip and explode out from the wound. How ever brutal it looked, it was going to get worse. All the power that he had absorbed into this bankai, the heat in the air, smoldering into energy, the kinetic force of his opponent's blade, all of his hollow power, nearly 70% of his reaitsu base.
This was a meal, that his sword had not had in a long, long time. The particles were merging with his body again, ripping to and fray across the surface of his skin. And, as the next buzz saw came close to him. Suddenly, it stopped. It was being pushed back by the raging amount of energy from his body. A breakthrough, his zanpaktou was almost ripping him apart from the inside out. He was barely controlling this power, and even his hollowfied regeneration kicked in, without releasing itself fully. Tears and cuts began to appear all over his body as the very air itself began to vibrate in the exhaling.
Broken, each particle sent shock waves from themselves. Resonating, they did, with his very soul. A pure resonance such as this, what would it do to the world around them? The same as it had always done. Ravage, destroy. His body was destroying the air around him, at a height of force that he hadn't performed but once before. All this was possible. because now that his zanpaktou had absorbed enough reaitsu, it was beginning to burn it. It was becoming clear of his abilities.
While in shikai, he would gather fuel, the reaitsu of himself and others. His bankai, is a match for this fuel. Imagine, if you would. Suddenly tossing a match into a mixture of many fuels at once. Depending on what fuels they were and how much? What would be the effect. This was the effect, with as much devastating energy it was giving a devastating effect. How long would it last before it was stabilized? This is unsure, as apparent the first burst is the most powerful. So powerful, infact that it ripped the ground from it's place and throw everything back from him, even the man that came towards him.
Calming now, the climaxed reached, his body was ignited in pure white. The sapphire flames from before had turned into pure white aura. Aura, that masked what seemed like half of the night sky. More and more as it grew under control, it grew closer to his body. Until, finally, the aura hovered in all directions, ten full feet from his body. Truly his body was ablaze in passion, and his mind was completely changed. But once more, the masked that he drew upon his face was suddenly burning away.
He could not control both his hollow powers and his bankai at the same time, it was nearly impossible. Imagine controlling a tiger in one hand, and a lion in the other. His hollow would have to sit shotgun in this one for a while, only used as a final resort. Then again, he had a few final resorts. He brought his right fist back, cocking it down at the man all while expelling the other's reiatsu from his cuts. His fist was like a rifle, or more line a cannon. Cocked and ready to fire, it was only now a matter of the stance.
Pulses began to come from the bottom of his feet, creating stability. Taking the stance, he gazed down upon the destroyed battlefield. Things were about to get very deadly, and the man under the ground would even feel this one. "I will use my full force in this punch, be prepared child." Divinity was shown, his insanity vanished, his desires vanished. Sonomori, was no longer himself. With a zanpaktou that changed his very personalities, it was hard to keep himself in any way. Now, the ancient man took his unrivaled force within his fist, thrusting it downwards upon the barren fireball of a wasteland.
It was an artillery of the gods. Air pockets were created in full suspension under the own weight of the force that was raging behind it. So strong was his punch, that it created a rift in air-space, a vacuum all the way down to his opponent. The punch impacted with the force of ten thousand before him. The ground rocketed inwards, leaving a massive crater where the thrust was placed. With the weakened soil, it began to wave around the impact zone. It acted as if it were water, spewing out at the ends of it and utterly destroying what was beneath. Could either of the opponents stand this force?
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Subject: ~Sonomori Anokoku~ 
