Post by Zatsuki on Jul 20, 2008 6:44:37 GMT 1
Name: Zatsuki Kaname
Gender:Male
Theme Song: Through the Darkness
Physical Description: Being a young man of 19, standing at about 5'4 and weighs about 135lbs. He has short layered, Silver brown hair, that spikes downward a bit. His eyes are a beautiful, yet serious, auburn. His body is just a bit girly, yet still well toned, with a small amount of abs. His skin is a well toned color, almost creamy that glows in the moon light. He covers himself with a black halter strap with the symbol of what looks like two separate halves of a heart. With normal black shinigami pants with normal shinigami sandals. He also has two black arm-warmers that reach to his elbows outlined in white. Elegantly, he lines his narrow eyes with red eye liner. On both of his ears, he decorated them with six piercings that were only silver balls. A tattoo by his belly button, took the form of Lotus with vines going down to his hips.
History: When I was born, my mother. Lilly (which was my mother was name) was said to have died from an over dose of LSD. When I was born, my body craved that dreaded substance. I cried a lot, wanting as a young kid to trip. My body hurt so much like thousand of needles poking me from the inside out. But, it's okay now, I got over it. Suppose you want to know a little bit more about me, right? Like why I am writing in first person and not third. It's simple really. It's easier to tell a story in my mind. Rather than someone saying He, she, the, they, ect.
My father who was a well known business man was getting remarried. I was ten around this time, and I was completely devastated. I hate that woman with burning rage and I think she hated me too. The way she smirked at me, The way she called my name, and I know that she hated me, because she married my father. She had this son. Who looked like he belonged to the mob, but my father still loved him as if he were his blood son. I couldn't believe how these two could work together.
I'm going to take a minute now, to describe how I was back then. Yes, I have changed, in these brutal years. Around this time, I was a young kid of ten. I was a happy kid, a not so bad life so far. But, for some reason, I was always depressed. At least I felt that way, until I found, that I could talk to myself. The voice I found comfort, and protection. My world was happy. Until, she came.
These two, the woman and her son, rocked my world. And not in a good way either. They stole from my father, and kicked us out of our own house. The more I talked to the voice, the more the voice helped. It started to be my drug. I felt like I was addicted to it, the little voice in the back of my head. My father didn't believe me and said I was insane. And I realized I was on my own. But, not really, cause for some reason, I felt, I was always with someone.
My father took his house back, took his job back, took his money back, and put our lives back on track. He, got rid of the miserable woman and her son. And so the voice, slowly disappeared, I didn't need it anymore. I had close friends, and my father and I, have became close. My life changed, when I met him. He seemed to be my dream, my one and only calling. But, I had a problem. You see, he was popular, and I just was. I wanted him to notice me, but couldn't figure out how. It hurt me and once again, I found that I, was depressed.
When I lay awake at night, that voice comes back, and I listened. It told me thing, like what I should do, what I should be, and how I should do it. It said it's name was Krim. I soon found myself, slowly changing. I was no longer happy, I was more angry, and I found, I was no longer myself. The voice in my head was loud, and always whispering in my ear. Until one day, I found, I was the voice inside my own head.
Krim, so he called himself. Went to school as me one day. I was devastated, he went and talked to my crush, and to my surprise, I found that he liked me too. I was happy, ecstatic actually, to find the one person I loved, loved me too, and I thought Krim was there to help me. But, that I see, was wrong judgment. He never gave my body back, instead, he talked to me. He asked, if I liked being his train of thought, his conscience. Then he asked, what would I do, if he disobeyed me. Next day, he did something terrible. He killed my beloved.
He said it was because he loved me. He said it was because, I was meant to love him. But, I think it was mere obsession. I hated him. I hated him, more than anyone else before him. I wanted to kill him. So I tried. But, I realized, I had to kill myself first. I told my father, he laughed at my face. He told me, I was insane. That I was kidding. That hurt me too. The next time I woke up, I found my father dead. I found blood on my hands. Krim told me it had to be done.
I found Krim, dangerous, deadly and just plan scary. He knew I had friends, close friend in fact, and I didn't want them hurt. I knew, what had to be done. I had to take him out. I had to take us out. I was afraid. Afraid of death. I wondered if it would hurt. I wondered if I would just disappear. I grabbed a gun. And put it to my head. The cold metal reminded me of my fears and the cold sent a shiver through my spine. I got ready to pull the trigger. But, my hand wouldn't move, and Krim made me throw the gun. I realized I couldn't kill myself this way. Krim wouldn't allow it.
I knew I had to get creative. I didn't know how too. It was soon, I learned, when I looked into a mirror, the face that looked back at me was not my own. The face was saw was handsome, his eyes were that crystal blue that you could stare deep in. His face pale and yet handsome. He had silky crimson red hair. It was long and he kept it over his shoulders. I loved how he spiked to the top of his hair, it went back and feathered down. I loved him. I knew how I could trick him.
I told him I loved him. I loved him so much, I need to be with him, next to him, always with him. I told him, I wanted to touch him, hold his hand, embrace him and kiss his lips tenderly. This pleased him. I told him I wanted to die for him, so we could always be together. He didn't want me to go through the pain of death. But, I told him I wanted it. So I took the gun again, and this time. I was able to pull the trigger.
Darkness is what I saw and then bright light. I found myself in my room again, but blood was all over my clothes. I looked around to see something red catch my eye. I gasped as I looked down at where my lifeless body was. I fell to my knees, and then I saw him. Smiling at me. Holding his hand out to me. And I took it. He pulled me forward into his arms. And I cried. I cried all the tears I was holding back. I felt his hand pet my hair, whispering soothing words to me.
But, the enjoyment didn't last very long. I felt the wind blow and quickly looked at the window. I saw girl, with long white hair and crystal blue tiger like eyes. She wore strange black uniform with a sword in her hand. She step forward, only to trip on her own two feet and fell to ground. Krim and I stared at her with bewilderment. Quickly as she entered she scrambled up, patting the dust off her uniform.
"Hi! guys! I'm gonna take you guys on a BBBIIIGGGG vacation!" she beamed making me stare at her as if she was the insane one. She hopped in front of us to look at Krim. "Eeehhh!!! Your not a soul!" she gasped looking at Krim up and down. I felt Krim's arms tighten and but I felt safe. "No, you half a soul," she said pointing her sword at him and then at me. "Your half of him" she stated seriously, but confused. She pouted before flipping the sword to the end of the hilt.
"Don't worry! IT WILL STILL WORK!.....I think" with that she tapped both out foreheads rather harshly. Soon bright light surrounded us, and I freaked. Soon, all I saw left was a horrified look on Krim's face. I saw him start to fade, to disappear. I embraced him. I asked him what was going on. "I'm apart of you, I belong with you" whispered Krim as he started to fade away. He smirked. "But, your still mine" he said without passion, without kindess, but with dead determination, and obsession.
And then, he was gone. My arms were wrapped in air. I looked around and found myself in some village. I asked around to know where I was. I found I was in the 27 district. I learned new things, new ways and my new power. I was sent to the soul academy. To learn to be a soul reaper. To learn to cast spells and how to fight. But, that voice, that half soul never answered. I missed him. I want to find someway to get him back. But, I never will.
Or so I think, at least. I still feel him with me. I just see or hear him. But, I can feel him. And, it seems his obsession with me, grew a whole lot bigger. I went through, Soul Academy with flying colors. And I was placed in VIII.
Skills: 0
Melee:(Swordsmen) 40
Kidou: 23
Shunpo: 20 (30)
Reiatsu: 32 (42)
Block: 20 (30)
Sense Reiatsu: 30
Hide Reiatsu: 15
Zanpakutoh Name: Serkan
Zanpakutoh Description (Sealed): The hilt of the sword has what looks like a star shape when looking down. While unsheathing it, the sword itself is red.
Shikai Release Phrase: The soul that is inside me....AWAKE! KRIM!
Shikai Description: Once released the sword's form becomes longer and soother. Before little thorns erupt from it. The hilt of the whip becomes of what looks like a red lotus, with the red thorned whip coming out of the middle. The hilt itself also attaches itself to the host using smoother vines to pierce inside the arm wrapping it's way around on the inside. The Shikai can extend itself to great heights and tear apart almost anything. When pierced by the thorns, even if its just a little, you will keep on bleeding until the shikai disbands. But, when the host's blood is spilled, the vines will pierce the inside of the enemies body and keep on going. Until it fully ripes apart the enemies organs, before bursting out. Even if the host doesn't command it. It's as if the weapon has a mind of it's own.
Gender:Male
Theme Song: Through the Darkness
Physical Description: Being a young man of 19, standing at about 5'4 and weighs about 135lbs. He has short layered, Silver brown hair, that spikes downward a bit. His eyes are a beautiful, yet serious, auburn. His body is just a bit girly, yet still well toned, with a small amount of abs. His skin is a well toned color, almost creamy that glows in the moon light. He covers himself with a black halter strap with the symbol of what looks like two separate halves of a heart. With normal black shinigami pants with normal shinigami sandals. He also has two black arm-warmers that reach to his elbows outlined in white. Elegantly, he lines his narrow eyes with red eye liner. On both of his ears, he decorated them with six piercings that were only silver balls. A tattoo by his belly button, took the form of Lotus with vines going down to his hips.
History: When I was born, my mother. Lilly (which was my mother was name) was said to have died from an over dose of LSD. When I was born, my body craved that dreaded substance. I cried a lot, wanting as a young kid to trip. My body hurt so much like thousand of needles poking me from the inside out. But, it's okay now, I got over it. Suppose you want to know a little bit more about me, right? Like why I am writing in first person and not third. It's simple really. It's easier to tell a story in my mind. Rather than someone saying He, she, the, they, ect.
My father who was a well known business man was getting remarried. I was ten around this time, and I was completely devastated. I hate that woman with burning rage and I think she hated me too. The way she smirked at me, The way she called my name, and I know that she hated me, because she married my father. She had this son. Who looked like he belonged to the mob, but my father still loved him as if he were his blood son. I couldn't believe how these two could work together.
I'm going to take a minute now, to describe how I was back then. Yes, I have changed, in these brutal years. Around this time, I was a young kid of ten. I was a happy kid, a not so bad life so far. But, for some reason, I was always depressed. At least I felt that way, until I found, that I could talk to myself. The voice I found comfort, and protection. My world was happy. Until, she came.
These two, the woman and her son, rocked my world. And not in a good way either. They stole from my father, and kicked us out of our own house. The more I talked to the voice, the more the voice helped. It started to be my drug. I felt like I was addicted to it, the little voice in the back of my head. My father didn't believe me and said I was insane. And I realized I was on my own. But, not really, cause for some reason, I felt, I was always with someone.
My father took his house back, took his job back, took his money back, and put our lives back on track. He, got rid of the miserable woman and her son. And so the voice, slowly disappeared, I didn't need it anymore. I had close friends, and my father and I, have became close. My life changed, when I met him. He seemed to be my dream, my one and only calling. But, I had a problem. You see, he was popular, and I just was. I wanted him to notice me, but couldn't figure out how. It hurt me and once again, I found that I, was depressed.
When I lay awake at night, that voice comes back, and I listened. It told me thing, like what I should do, what I should be, and how I should do it. It said it's name was Krim. I soon found myself, slowly changing. I was no longer happy, I was more angry, and I found, I was no longer myself. The voice in my head was loud, and always whispering in my ear. Until one day, I found, I was the voice inside my own head.
Krim, so he called himself. Went to school as me one day. I was devastated, he went and talked to my crush, and to my surprise, I found that he liked me too. I was happy, ecstatic actually, to find the one person I loved, loved me too, and I thought Krim was there to help me. But, that I see, was wrong judgment. He never gave my body back, instead, he talked to me. He asked, if I liked being his train of thought, his conscience. Then he asked, what would I do, if he disobeyed me. Next day, he did something terrible. He killed my beloved.
He said it was because he loved me. He said it was because, I was meant to love him. But, I think it was mere obsession. I hated him. I hated him, more than anyone else before him. I wanted to kill him. So I tried. But, I realized, I had to kill myself first. I told my father, he laughed at my face. He told me, I was insane. That I was kidding. That hurt me too. The next time I woke up, I found my father dead. I found blood on my hands. Krim told me it had to be done.
I found Krim, dangerous, deadly and just plan scary. He knew I had friends, close friend in fact, and I didn't want them hurt. I knew, what had to be done. I had to take him out. I had to take us out. I was afraid. Afraid of death. I wondered if it would hurt. I wondered if I would just disappear. I grabbed a gun. And put it to my head. The cold metal reminded me of my fears and the cold sent a shiver through my spine. I got ready to pull the trigger. But, my hand wouldn't move, and Krim made me throw the gun. I realized I couldn't kill myself this way. Krim wouldn't allow it.
I knew I had to get creative. I didn't know how too. It was soon, I learned, when I looked into a mirror, the face that looked back at me was not my own. The face was saw was handsome, his eyes were that crystal blue that you could stare deep in. His face pale and yet handsome. He had silky crimson red hair. It was long and he kept it over his shoulders. I loved how he spiked to the top of his hair, it went back and feathered down. I loved him. I knew how I could trick him.
I told him I loved him. I loved him so much, I need to be with him, next to him, always with him. I told him, I wanted to touch him, hold his hand, embrace him and kiss his lips tenderly. This pleased him. I told him I wanted to die for him, so we could always be together. He didn't want me to go through the pain of death. But, I told him I wanted it. So I took the gun again, and this time. I was able to pull the trigger.
Darkness is what I saw and then bright light. I found myself in my room again, but blood was all over my clothes. I looked around to see something red catch my eye. I gasped as I looked down at where my lifeless body was. I fell to my knees, and then I saw him. Smiling at me. Holding his hand out to me. And I took it. He pulled me forward into his arms. And I cried. I cried all the tears I was holding back. I felt his hand pet my hair, whispering soothing words to me.
But, the enjoyment didn't last very long. I felt the wind blow and quickly looked at the window. I saw girl, with long white hair and crystal blue tiger like eyes. She wore strange black uniform with a sword in her hand. She step forward, only to trip on her own two feet and fell to ground. Krim and I stared at her with bewilderment. Quickly as she entered she scrambled up, patting the dust off her uniform.
"Hi! guys! I'm gonna take you guys on a BBBIIIGGGG vacation!" she beamed making me stare at her as if she was the insane one. She hopped in front of us to look at Krim. "Eeehhh!!! Your not a soul!" she gasped looking at Krim up and down. I felt Krim's arms tighten and but I felt safe. "No, you half a soul," she said pointing her sword at him and then at me. "Your half of him" she stated seriously, but confused. She pouted before flipping the sword to the end of the hilt.
"Don't worry! IT WILL STILL WORK!.....I think" with that she tapped both out foreheads rather harshly. Soon bright light surrounded us, and I freaked. Soon, all I saw left was a horrified look on Krim's face. I saw him start to fade, to disappear. I embraced him. I asked him what was going on. "I'm apart of you, I belong with you" whispered Krim as he started to fade away. He smirked. "But, your still mine" he said without passion, without kindess, but with dead determination, and obsession.
And then, he was gone. My arms were wrapped in air. I looked around and found myself in some village. I asked around to know where I was. I found I was in the 27 district. I learned new things, new ways and my new power. I was sent to the soul academy. To learn to be a soul reaper. To learn to cast spells and how to fight. But, that voice, that half soul never answered. I missed him. I want to find someway to get him back. But, I never will.
Or so I think, at least. I still feel him with me. I just see or hear him. But, I can feel him. And, it seems his obsession with me, grew a whole lot bigger. I went through, Soul Academy with flying colors. And I was placed in VIII.
Skills: 0
Melee:(Swordsmen) 40
Kidou: 23
Shunpo: 20 (30)
Reiatsu: 32 (42)
Block: 20 (30)
Sense Reiatsu: 30
Hide Reiatsu: 15
Zanpakutoh Name: Serkan
Zanpakutoh Description (Sealed): The hilt of the sword has what looks like a star shape when looking down. While unsheathing it, the sword itself is red.
Shikai Release Phrase: The soul that is inside me....AWAKE! KRIM!
Shikai Description: Once released the sword's form becomes longer and soother. Before little thorns erupt from it. The hilt of the whip becomes of what looks like a red lotus, with the red thorned whip coming out of the middle. The hilt itself also attaches itself to the host using smoother vines to pierce inside the arm wrapping it's way around on the inside. The Shikai can extend itself to great heights and tear apart almost anything. When pierced by the thorns, even if its just a little, you will keep on bleeding until the shikai disbands. But, when the host's blood is spilled, the vines will pierce the inside of the enemies body and keep on going. Until it fully ripes apart the enemies organs, before bursting out. Even if the host doesn't command it. It's as if the weapon has a mind of it's own.
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