Post by Fumiko Kurosaki on Feb 29, 2016 16:02:34 GMT -6
Character Name: Fumiko Kurosaki
Race [Shinigami-Hollow-Human-Quincy]: Shinigami
Position of Character: Captain Level Member of the 14th Division
Character Loyalties: Gotei Rebels
Character Goals: Maintain the balance within the human world. Fight for her family.
Character Backstory / History:
Born ten years after he brother there where some who would consider her to be an accidental child. Yet to her parents she was the perfect daughter at the perfect time in their lives. Her early years where happy and from what she remembers she was content. The earliest memory of a hollow was when she was four years old and was playing outside by herself. Unknowingly a hollow the size and shape of a dog came by and was attracted to her reiatsu. After it initially acted friendly but the moment she turned her back it attacked her and left her with a scar on her right leg. Her mother saw the attack and was outside in an instant and had blasted the hollow apart with Shun-shun rikka. Upon healing the bleeding wound she had found out that she could not heal the tissue hence the scarring.
The rest of her childhood had her slowly learning the ways of the shinigami while balancing school and just being a child. It was not until she was thirteen that she was introduced to Urahara Kisuke and his training chamber. Down within the bowels of that chamber she attained her shinigami powers undergoing the same training her father had, and which left the same mark upon her soul. It did not take long for those training her to come to realize she had a lot of hidden potential yet had a lot of the same problems her father did. Mostly her anger, rage, and stubbornness.
At the age of fifteen she began to go out on patrols with her father and elder brother. Though they did most of the fighting she would occasionally get to fight and yet would never be able to do all that well always stumbling about and being clumsy with her claymore. There was a day within the training chamber that she had felt the fringe of power that would become her bankai, yet she was unable to ever perform it as if there was a block within her mind.
Then came the year she graduated and was about to become a shinigami full time. Everything went well for several months then her entire world came crashing down around her. Returning home she had spoken to her mother who had been ill. Fumiko offered to stay behind and take care of her but was told to go do what she was born to do. With a nod and a promise of returning Fumiko would give her mother a kiss on her forehead and a big hug. Her last words to her where that she loved her and Fumiko would head out on her nightly patrol.
That night was odd as it seemed that everything within Karakura Town was holding its breath. Only later did she realize what had caused it. As the night went on she would stop and look at a nearby clock. It was close to midnight and she had to be heading home. As she neared her home she felt reiatsu flare and then die, not once but twice. It was not unusual for her to feel that as she had her entire life, but then she arrived on the street before her house. On the top of her house she would make out a figure. He was tall with blue hair and was screaming at the top of his lungs. "YOU BASTARD. I WAS TO BE THE ONE TO TAKE YOUR LIFE NOT SOME PITIFUL HUMAN ILLNESS..."
Quickly Fumiko would shunpo to the roof and the figure would turn his back to her and would vanish through a black tear in reality. Looking around she would see two figures sitting arm in arm on the bench they had on top of their house. Walking over the still figures of her mother and father she would see them, not moving or even breathing. Her eyes would widen and her pulse would quicken. Dropping her zanpaktou onto the ground she would run over to her body inside the house and then run back up the stairs to the roof. Panting heavily she would check on her parents bodies. Checking their pulses she felt none, breaths none, and their bodies where cold.
Slowly she would take a few steps back away from them. Tears would begin welling up in her eyes as she looked at her now deceased parents. She was shaking and trembling as she sat there on the rooftop her entire world crashing down on her. Her brother had left some years earlier to strike out on his own and she would try to call him. When his phone went to voicemail she left a very hard to decipher message as she was crying and bawling as she left it, but it said in its most simple wording. "Mom and dad are dead bro... I... I... dont.. know what to do..."
Leaving her parents where she found them she slowly made her way downstairs and transformed into a shinigami once again. She needed to go far far away from her home so she went out far away from her home. Standing atop a cliff on Mt. Fuji she finally collapsed all of her emotions finally getting the better of herself. Talking to herself she felt her sorrow begin to turn to rage.
"Why... why.. why did you have to leave me... You where fine just a few hours ago, now you are... gone.. both of you are gone... Leaving me alone... This is not fair... Why must I loose you both.... I.. I... hate.. you both so much... WHY CANT I JUST HAVE YOU BOTH THERE TO GUIDE ME...."
As she spoke her reiatsu would flare and her zanpaktou spirit would appear in the material world and attempt to sooth her aching soul. Fumiko would embrace the spirit at that moment she felt as if some power had unlocked from deep within herself. Looking at herself she saw her bankaid self. Rage would grow inside of her at this though instead of being soothed by it.
"Sure now this works... Why now... why at this spot... I cast this all away. I forsake this duty now and forever. My parents died because I was not there to get them help. They died cause of my negligence and all because of this stupid family duty. I am done with it now and forever...."
With that spoken she would quickly head home and get back into her body. Grabbing the chappy pen she had always had she would smash it on the floor. The small green pill that rolled out she stomped on as hard as she could shattering it. With that she would grab everything she could and would buy herself a single ticket to America. The entire time she would be holding her mother hairpin which she had taken from her mother's nightstand and crying.
Once in America she would only communicate with Makoto through email. She did not return home for the funerals of her parents, and no sooner had the wills and assets been divided between herself and her brother than she cut herself off from the rest of her family making herself an island to stew in her own thoughts. The thoughts of her failing her parents made her turn into a career of healing. Starting off she studied and became a full fledged RN in only three years as she would work almost constantly.
This would continue for nine straight years as she would work six days a week and if anyone asked about her family she would respond with a simple "They are dead, I dont like to talk about it." Most people would drop it at that. During her time as an RN she did have several short term relationships with fellow nurses and a doctor or two. No preference was given from Fumiko as she just wanted company especially on the anniversary of her parents death. Each time the anniversary would come up she would get drunk to the point where she could not stand up and would always have to be brought home.
Her life was this mundane routine until a year ago when she was approached by a shinigami friend of her fathers. She asked Fumiko to return to Karakura and take up the mantle of protector of the city. Fumiko's response was rather short and to the point. "I am no shinigami Rukia. Go return to them and tell them all that... that... I cannot do what my parents did. I.. ran from all of it..."
It was after she finished talking that she would feel a sting across her face and would suddenly tear up. Looking up at Rukia she would look dumbfounded as Rukia would be pulling on a red glove on her hand. With a single punch she felt herself leave her body for the first time in nine years and she would blink. Looking at Rukia she would see a rather pissed off, annoyed, hurt look in her eyes. Looking down at herself Fumiko would see the robes of a shinigami for the first time since that fateful night, she would hear the voice of her zanpaktou for the first time as well. It was greeting her welcoming her back. To Fumiko it felt like a safety blanket had been placed over her once more. Looking over at Rukia she would nod to her and speak.
"I am still a shinigami no matter what I think is that right? Guess I need to brush up on japanese and find a way back to Karakura Town, and thank you for this..."
It took a few months but she was allowed to leave her hospital and would return to Karakura Town. She did not inform any of her family that she was back as she only wished to be there, work, and do her shinigami stuff. Since returning to Karakura though she has taken it up to wear her mothers hairpin at all times. Now she is slowly moving back into her role as the cities protector and has spent time learning to control her reiatsu and to find out her brothers so to avoid him and make herself invisible to others.
In the intervening centuries since the start of the shinigami she has embraced the role of the shinigami. After turning her girlfriend into a fellow shinigami the pair would go on to protect a good portion of Japan alongside the Order of quincy. Eventually she would work hand in hand with them as best as she could. The reconciliation with her brother had pushed her along toward this role after he left to be with his second wife and close family friend. Since that day she continued the work of her family. Sparing many generations of the Kurosaki line to ever have to don the black garb of the shinigami.
---BIO---
Age: Appearance {27} Actual (577}
Gender: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight:140lbs
Hair Color Orange
Eye Color Brown
Physical Description:
Fumiko is almost the perfect feminine combination of her two parents. Combining her fathers athletic build with her mothers perfect curves she is quite desireable for many who look at her. Her striking orange hair and brown eyes have lured many in for her to wind up beating up. On the right shoulder portion of her back there is a tattoo, the tattoo is of her mothers hairpin with a black chain surrounding the middle of it.
Her hair is the same striking orange color as her father Ichigo. She keeps it straightened and at the same length as her mother. Her hair stops at about her upper back. Her face is rather sharp looking and her eyes are almost identical to her fathers almond shaped eyes. Her brown eyes stand out especially when compared to her striking orange hair.
Her upper body is well toned and athletically toned. Her arms are long and lanky looking and her hands are quite strong looking. Spending her time in the gym has given her a well toned and even look on her stomach and back. Her bust is almost comparable to her mothers and is about a D in size. On her upper body she likes to wear a multi colored selection of tank tops. When the weather gets colder she will wear a brown leather jacket with fur lining.
Her lower body is just as well toned and athletic as her upper body. Her hips where the perfect proportion and given the pointed look and feel. On her lower body she wears usual blue jeans and sneakers. Her sneakers are rather simple and bland, the only thing unusual about them is that they are orange in color.
She also has her mothers hairpins which she keeps worn within her messy orange mane, and along her belt line she likes to wear a black chain that looks similar to the chain that was on the base of her father’s bankai.
Personality: Stubborn, Hot headed, and Impatient would be the three largest detremental personality quirks that Fumiko has. She never backs down from a challenge, even if that challenge is against someone obviously stronger or more experienced than her. She gets angry at the drop of a hat at certain topics. Those topics usually involve her appearance, her zanpaktou, but most important to her would be her father and mothers memory. She is as notorious as her father for the stubborn streak within her head. Mostly she is known for hitting her head against the same situation time and time again. The stubborness also shows up in combat as an unwillingness to back down even when near death. The other part of that is that she is relentless when provoked into combat. Impatience is the most glaring of these three traits. As an example of this would be when she scouts out areas of hollow attacks she will leak out her reiatsu to lure them in and then slaughter them all. Instead of just waiting them out and catching them with surprise tactics.
Loyalty, Well Learned, and Strong willed would be the three biggest positive personality traits that people would state about Fumiko. Her loyalty is well known from how she reacts to heer parents memory. She has on many an occasion fought a Quincy in human form because they would have disrespected their legacy. Also her loyalty extends to her closest friends who she treats like family as she has not spoken to her brother in several years. She shows the fact that she is well learned by being able to recognize patterns in her opponenets attacks, important facts about the past, or other mundane details about the last fifty years with almost exacting precision. Her strong will is shown when she is pushed toward the brink. It has only happened once in her life and that ws when her parents passed. It pushed her will to its breaking point and she was strong and the entire time did not shed a tear.
---COMBAT---
[Note: There is a new system in place for the site using a set basic measurement of stats.
Fighting Style:
ALL BASE LEVELS WILL BE AS FOLLOWED
Base / With Mask
Zanjutsu [Sword Combat Skill]: 35 / 50
Hakuda [Unarmed Combat Skil]: 35 / 50
Hoho [Agility]: 35 / 50
Kido [Reiatsu Manipulation]: 35 / 50
---Shinigami Only---
Zanpakuto Name: Haganegetsu {Steel Moon}
Zanpakuto Appearance: Her shikai is just like her fathers and is permanently stuck in shikai. It is a two handed claymore. The blade is over four feet in length, the hilt of the blade is a hand and a half in length, and from the pommel there is a small tassel of red hair. The blade is silvery in color and is seemingly never tarnished even when covered in hollow blood, and the hilt is a deep crimson in color as well. The blade has several curves within it and is rather slender when compared to the zanpaktou of her more famous fathers.
Zanpaktou Appearance: Fumiko's zanpaktou spirit is a blonde haired lady, with onyx colored skin, blonde lower back length hair, and a gentle looking face. At first glance Fumiko mistook her spirit for a real person. The spirit's body is that of a young adult female in proportions. It has well kept and soft looking hands. Her skin is also completely blemish and scar free. The one thing that changes about her zan spirit is the hairstyle for her onyx colored hair. Depending on the mood when Fumiko speaks with her it will change to one of several different style from a free flowing style of hair to a more serious and authority looking hairstyle.
Her spirit usually wears a simple outfit of a traditional kimono that is dull blue in color. The kimono is decorated in small black circles that shift and move across the kimono as she walks. Along the edges of the kimono there is a soft metallic covering that shimmers in the light surrounding the pair when they speak.
Always reflective and calm in sharp contrast to her brash and stubborn wielder. Usually speaking to Fumiko in a calm and yet stern voice she always is the voice of reason into a rather hectic mind of the woman. When angered she will exhibit the same temper that her counterpart does and will fly into a rage and attack Fumiko.
Inner World: Fumiko's Inner world is a rather choatic place. It is a large park that randomnly changes based on her moods. In the center of her inner world is a statue of her parents. The statue is a representation to her love and respect for her deceased parents and this is where she usually meets her zan spirit which is a lady in white. There are many winding pathways within the forest.
The trees within the forest look like the typical oak trees from the United States. The leaves change depending on her moods. Anger would make the woods seem to be in fall, Sadness they would be bare as if in the middle of winter, Joy and Contentment would give the trees their green 'regular' look to them.
Bankai Name: Metal Storm:: Metarusutōmu {メタルストーム}
Bankai Release Phrase: Shatter the Horizon :: Horaizonshatā {ホライゾンシャター}
Bankai Appearance: Her bankai is a lot like her fathers when she speaks the release phrase the blade she carries shatters in front of her. The shards spinning backward and seemingly stabbing into Fumiko’s vital areas. Each piece of metal would flux outward from the impact zone and spread across her body. After a brief moment she would swing out her straight edged rapier and the dust would settle around Fumiko. Her body would be in a near perfect clone of material to that of her father’s bankai except for hers being a white in color top cloak with her stomach exposed.
Her zanpaktous will of switched from the hand and a half sword she had been using into a three foot long straight rapier. With the sharpened edge being pearl white in color with the back edge of the blade being a dark magenta in coloration.
---Roleplaying Sample---
Fumiko stood on the balcony of her home overlooking the evolved Karakura Town. It had been a long time since she had had an evening to do this. Looking out she pulled her coffee to her lips as she heard the loud scream in the distance of a Menos Grande. She closed her eyes and began to count as she felt over a half dozen signatures of reiatsu flare up and head toward the creature. Opening her eyes she watched as large blow arrows began to impact the creature in a flurry that the beast could not keep up with. Its Cero’s where being fired off wildly. As if on queue one began to charge and fire off toward Fumiko. She sighed as she slipped form her body and donned her mask. Raising her own hand in a gun shape she began to charge her own Cero. Pricking her index finger with her thumbnail she smirked as she spoke up. “Bang.”
Dropping her thumb like the hammer of a gun a massive Orange Gran Rey Cero shot off from her fingertips overwhelming the cero of the menos and stopping it from impacting anything. Fumiko’s cero connected with the beasts head causing it roar in pain as her attack passed it and went into the sky. As the beast reeled she watched the Quincy finish it off in a flourish of Ginto. Shaking her head she let out a light chuckle as Kasumi walked out onto the patio watching the Ginto wash over the city in a wave of light blue energy. "Never gets old seeing them do their work. Makes it easier on us so that my brother doesnt have to worry about any of this anymore. Instead he can focus on his own family up there in the Seireitei."
Race [Shinigami-Hollow-Human-Quincy]: Shinigami
Position of Character: Captain Level Member of the 14th Division
Character Loyalties: Gotei Rebels
Character Goals: Maintain the balance within the human world. Fight for her family.
Character Backstory / History:
Born ten years after he brother there where some who would consider her to be an accidental child. Yet to her parents she was the perfect daughter at the perfect time in their lives. Her early years where happy and from what she remembers she was content. The earliest memory of a hollow was when she was four years old and was playing outside by herself. Unknowingly a hollow the size and shape of a dog came by and was attracted to her reiatsu. After it initially acted friendly but the moment she turned her back it attacked her and left her with a scar on her right leg. Her mother saw the attack and was outside in an instant and had blasted the hollow apart with Shun-shun rikka. Upon healing the bleeding wound she had found out that she could not heal the tissue hence the scarring.
The rest of her childhood had her slowly learning the ways of the shinigami while balancing school and just being a child. It was not until she was thirteen that she was introduced to Urahara Kisuke and his training chamber. Down within the bowels of that chamber she attained her shinigami powers undergoing the same training her father had, and which left the same mark upon her soul. It did not take long for those training her to come to realize she had a lot of hidden potential yet had a lot of the same problems her father did. Mostly her anger, rage, and stubbornness.
At the age of fifteen she began to go out on patrols with her father and elder brother. Though they did most of the fighting she would occasionally get to fight and yet would never be able to do all that well always stumbling about and being clumsy with her claymore. There was a day within the training chamber that she had felt the fringe of power that would become her bankai, yet she was unable to ever perform it as if there was a block within her mind.
Then came the year she graduated and was about to become a shinigami full time. Everything went well for several months then her entire world came crashing down around her. Returning home she had spoken to her mother who had been ill. Fumiko offered to stay behind and take care of her but was told to go do what she was born to do. With a nod and a promise of returning Fumiko would give her mother a kiss on her forehead and a big hug. Her last words to her where that she loved her and Fumiko would head out on her nightly patrol.
That night was odd as it seemed that everything within Karakura Town was holding its breath. Only later did she realize what had caused it. As the night went on she would stop and look at a nearby clock. It was close to midnight and she had to be heading home. As she neared her home she felt reiatsu flare and then die, not once but twice. It was not unusual for her to feel that as she had her entire life, but then she arrived on the street before her house. On the top of her house she would make out a figure. He was tall with blue hair and was screaming at the top of his lungs. "YOU BASTARD. I WAS TO BE THE ONE TO TAKE YOUR LIFE NOT SOME PITIFUL HUMAN ILLNESS..."
Quickly Fumiko would shunpo to the roof and the figure would turn his back to her and would vanish through a black tear in reality. Looking around she would see two figures sitting arm in arm on the bench they had on top of their house. Walking over the still figures of her mother and father she would see them, not moving or even breathing. Her eyes would widen and her pulse would quicken. Dropping her zanpaktou onto the ground she would run over to her body inside the house and then run back up the stairs to the roof. Panting heavily she would check on her parents bodies. Checking their pulses she felt none, breaths none, and their bodies where cold.
Slowly she would take a few steps back away from them. Tears would begin welling up in her eyes as she looked at her now deceased parents. She was shaking and trembling as she sat there on the rooftop her entire world crashing down on her. Her brother had left some years earlier to strike out on his own and she would try to call him. When his phone went to voicemail she left a very hard to decipher message as she was crying and bawling as she left it, but it said in its most simple wording. "Mom and dad are dead bro... I... I... dont.. know what to do..."
Leaving her parents where she found them she slowly made her way downstairs and transformed into a shinigami once again. She needed to go far far away from her home so she went out far away from her home. Standing atop a cliff on Mt. Fuji she finally collapsed all of her emotions finally getting the better of herself. Talking to herself she felt her sorrow begin to turn to rage.
"Why... why.. why did you have to leave me... You where fine just a few hours ago, now you are... gone.. both of you are gone... Leaving me alone... This is not fair... Why must I loose you both.... I.. I... hate.. you both so much... WHY CANT I JUST HAVE YOU BOTH THERE TO GUIDE ME...."
As she spoke her reiatsu would flare and her zanpaktou spirit would appear in the material world and attempt to sooth her aching soul. Fumiko would embrace the spirit at that moment she felt as if some power had unlocked from deep within herself. Looking at herself she saw her bankaid self. Rage would grow inside of her at this though instead of being soothed by it.
"Sure now this works... Why now... why at this spot... I cast this all away. I forsake this duty now and forever. My parents died because I was not there to get them help. They died cause of my negligence and all because of this stupid family duty. I am done with it now and forever...."
With that spoken she would quickly head home and get back into her body. Grabbing the chappy pen she had always had she would smash it on the floor. The small green pill that rolled out she stomped on as hard as she could shattering it. With that she would grab everything she could and would buy herself a single ticket to America. The entire time she would be holding her mother hairpin which she had taken from her mother's nightstand and crying.
Once in America she would only communicate with Makoto through email. She did not return home for the funerals of her parents, and no sooner had the wills and assets been divided between herself and her brother than she cut herself off from the rest of her family making herself an island to stew in her own thoughts. The thoughts of her failing her parents made her turn into a career of healing. Starting off she studied and became a full fledged RN in only three years as she would work almost constantly.
This would continue for nine straight years as she would work six days a week and if anyone asked about her family she would respond with a simple "They are dead, I dont like to talk about it." Most people would drop it at that. During her time as an RN she did have several short term relationships with fellow nurses and a doctor or two. No preference was given from Fumiko as she just wanted company especially on the anniversary of her parents death. Each time the anniversary would come up she would get drunk to the point where she could not stand up and would always have to be brought home.
Her life was this mundane routine until a year ago when she was approached by a shinigami friend of her fathers. She asked Fumiko to return to Karakura and take up the mantle of protector of the city. Fumiko's response was rather short and to the point. "I am no shinigami Rukia. Go return to them and tell them all that... that... I cannot do what my parents did. I.. ran from all of it..."
It was after she finished talking that she would feel a sting across her face and would suddenly tear up. Looking up at Rukia she would look dumbfounded as Rukia would be pulling on a red glove on her hand. With a single punch she felt herself leave her body for the first time in nine years and she would blink. Looking at Rukia she would see a rather pissed off, annoyed, hurt look in her eyes. Looking down at herself Fumiko would see the robes of a shinigami for the first time since that fateful night, she would hear the voice of her zanpaktou for the first time as well. It was greeting her welcoming her back. To Fumiko it felt like a safety blanket had been placed over her once more. Looking over at Rukia she would nod to her and speak.
"I am still a shinigami no matter what I think is that right? Guess I need to brush up on japanese and find a way back to Karakura Town, and thank you for this..."
It took a few months but she was allowed to leave her hospital and would return to Karakura Town. She did not inform any of her family that she was back as she only wished to be there, work, and do her shinigami stuff. Since returning to Karakura though she has taken it up to wear her mothers hairpin at all times. Now she is slowly moving back into her role as the cities protector and has spent time learning to control her reiatsu and to find out her brothers so to avoid him and make herself invisible to others.
In the intervening centuries since the start of the shinigami she has embraced the role of the shinigami. After turning her girlfriend into a fellow shinigami the pair would go on to protect a good portion of Japan alongside the Order of quincy. Eventually she would work hand in hand with them as best as she could. The reconciliation with her brother had pushed her along toward this role after he left to be with his second wife and close family friend. Since that day she continued the work of her family. Sparing many generations of the Kurosaki line to ever have to don the black garb of the shinigami.
---BIO---
Age: Appearance {27} Actual (577}
Gender: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight:140lbs
Hair Color Orange
Eye Color Brown
Physical Description:
Fumiko is almost the perfect feminine combination of her two parents. Combining her fathers athletic build with her mothers perfect curves she is quite desireable for many who look at her. Her striking orange hair and brown eyes have lured many in for her to wind up beating up. On the right shoulder portion of her back there is a tattoo, the tattoo is of her mothers hairpin with a black chain surrounding the middle of it.
Her hair is the same striking orange color as her father Ichigo. She keeps it straightened and at the same length as her mother. Her hair stops at about her upper back. Her face is rather sharp looking and her eyes are almost identical to her fathers almond shaped eyes. Her brown eyes stand out especially when compared to her striking orange hair.
Her upper body is well toned and athletically toned. Her arms are long and lanky looking and her hands are quite strong looking. Spending her time in the gym has given her a well toned and even look on her stomach and back. Her bust is almost comparable to her mothers and is about a D in size. On her upper body she likes to wear a multi colored selection of tank tops. When the weather gets colder she will wear a brown leather jacket with fur lining.
Her lower body is just as well toned and athletic as her upper body. Her hips where the perfect proportion and given the pointed look and feel. On her lower body she wears usual blue jeans and sneakers. Her sneakers are rather simple and bland, the only thing unusual about them is that they are orange in color.
She also has her mothers hairpins which she keeps worn within her messy orange mane, and along her belt line she likes to wear a black chain that looks similar to the chain that was on the base of her father’s bankai.
Personality: Stubborn, Hot headed, and Impatient would be the three largest detremental personality quirks that Fumiko has. She never backs down from a challenge, even if that challenge is against someone obviously stronger or more experienced than her. She gets angry at the drop of a hat at certain topics. Those topics usually involve her appearance, her zanpaktou, but most important to her would be her father and mothers memory. She is as notorious as her father for the stubborn streak within her head. Mostly she is known for hitting her head against the same situation time and time again. The stubborness also shows up in combat as an unwillingness to back down even when near death. The other part of that is that she is relentless when provoked into combat. Impatience is the most glaring of these three traits. As an example of this would be when she scouts out areas of hollow attacks she will leak out her reiatsu to lure them in and then slaughter them all. Instead of just waiting them out and catching them with surprise tactics.
Loyalty, Well Learned, and Strong willed would be the three biggest positive personality traits that people would state about Fumiko. Her loyalty is well known from how she reacts to heer parents memory. She has on many an occasion fought a Quincy in human form because they would have disrespected their legacy. Also her loyalty extends to her closest friends who she treats like family as she has not spoken to her brother in several years. She shows the fact that she is well learned by being able to recognize patterns in her opponenets attacks, important facts about the past, or other mundane details about the last fifty years with almost exacting precision. Her strong will is shown when she is pushed toward the brink. It has only happened once in her life and that ws when her parents passed. It pushed her will to its breaking point and she was strong and the entire time did not shed a tear.
---COMBAT---
[Note: There is a new system in place for the site using a set basic measurement of stats.
Fighting Style:
ALL BASE LEVELS WILL BE AS FOLLOWED
Base / With Mask
Zanjutsu [Sword Combat Skill]: 35 / 50
Hakuda [Unarmed Combat Skil]: 35 / 50
Hoho [Agility]: 35 / 50
Kido [Reiatsu Manipulation]: 35 / 50
---Shinigami Only---
Zanpakuto Name: Haganegetsu {Steel Moon}
Zanpakuto Appearance: Her shikai is just like her fathers and is permanently stuck in shikai. It is a two handed claymore. The blade is over four feet in length, the hilt of the blade is a hand and a half in length, and from the pommel there is a small tassel of red hair. The blade is silvery in color and is seemingly never tarnished even when covered in hollow blood, and the hilt is a deep crimson in color as well. The blade has several curves within it and is rather slender when compared to the zanpaktou of her more famous fathers.
Zanpaktou Appearance: Fumiko's zanpaktou spirit is a blonde haired lady, with onyx colored skin, blonde lower back length hair, and a gentle looking face. At first glance Fumiko mistook her spirit for a real person. The spirit's body is that of a young adult female in proportions. It has well kept and soft looking hands. Her skin is also completely blemish and scar free. The one thing that changes about her zan spirit is the hairstyle for her onyx colored hair. Depending on the mood when Fumiko speaks with her it will change to one of several different style from a free flowing style of hair to a more serious and authority looking hairstyle.
Her spirit usually wears a simple outfit of a traditional kimono that is dull blue in color. The kimono is decorated in small black circles that shift and move across the kimono as she walks. Along the edges of the kimono there is a soft metallic covering that shimmers in the light surrounding the pair when they speak.
Always reflective and calm in sharp contrast to her brash and stubborn wielder. Usually speaking to Fumiko in a calm and yet stern voice she always is the voice of reason into a rather hectic mind of the woman. When angered she will exhibit the same temper that her counterpart does and will fly into a rage and attack Fumiko.
Inner World: Fumiko's Inner world is a rather choatic place. It is a large park that randomnly changes based on her moods. In the center of her inner world is a statue of her parents. The statue is a representation to her love and respect for her deceased parents and this is where she usually meets her zan spirit which is a lady in white. There are many winding pathways within the forest.
The trees within the forest look like the typical oak trees from the United States. The leaves change depending on her moods. Anger would make the woods seem to be in fall, Sadness they would be bare as if in the middle of winter, Joy and Contentment would give the trees their green 'regular' look to them.
Bankai Name: Metal Storm:: Metarusutōmu {メタルストーム}
Bankai Release Phrase: Shatter the Horizon :: Horaizonshatā {ホライゾンシャター}
Bankai Appearance: Her bankai is a lot like her fathers when she speaks the release phrase the blade she carries shatters in front of her. The shards spinning backward and seemingly stabbing into Fumiko’s vital areas. Each piece of metal would flux outward from the impact zone and spread across her body. After a brief moment she would swing out her straight edged rapier and the dust would settle around Fumiko. Her body would be in a near perfect clone of material to that of her father’s bankai except for hers being a white in color top cloak with her stomach exposed.
Her zanpaktous will of switched from the hand and a half sword she had been using into a three foot long straight rapier. With the sharpened edge being pearl white in color with the back edge of the blade being a dark magenta in coloration.
---Roleplaying Sample---
Fumiko stood on the balcony of her home overlooking the evolved Karakura Town. It had been a long time since she had had an evening to do this. Looking out she pulled her coffee to her lips as she heard the loud scream in the distance of a Menos Grande. She closed her eyes and began to count as she felt over a half dozen signatures of reiatsu flare up and head toward the creature. Opening her eyes she watched as large blow arrows began to impact the creature in a flurry that the beast could not keep up with. Its Cero’s where being fired off wildly. As if on queue one began to charge and fire off toward Fumiko. She sighed as she slipped form her body and donned her mask. Raising her own hand in a gun shape she began to charge her own Cero. Pricking her index finger with her thumbnail she smirked as she spoke up. “Bang.”
Dropping her thumb like the hammer of a gun a massive Orange Gran Rey Cero shot off from her fingertips overwhelming the cero of the menos and stopping it from impacting anything. Fumiko’s cero connected with the beasts head causing it roar in pain as her attack passed it and went into the sky. As the beast reeled she watched the Quincy finish it off in a flourish of Ginto. Shaking her head she let out a light chuckle as Kasumi walked out onto the patio watching the Ginto wash over the city in a wave of light blue energy. "Never gets old seeing them do their work. Makes it easier on us so that my brother doesnt have to worry about any of this anymore. Instead he can focus on his own family up there in the Seireitei."