Post by Chyoshi Allaysia on Jun 22, 2011 21:18:42 GMT -5
Name: Chyoshi Allaysia
Age: Appears to be around 21, is actually 670 years old.
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 13, (Year is unknown)
Height: 5'8
Weight: 146 pounds
Eye color: A light grey, like polished steel.
Hair color: A dark amber brown, very sleek and shiny. She often leaves it pulled back out of her face for comfort, but when it is down around her face she looks quite lovely.
Division: 11th Division
Rank: 4th Seat
Constitution
-Strength:21
-Endurance:27
Dexterity
-Agility:16
-Accuracy:14
Zanjustu
-Attack:26
-Defense:13
Kidou
-Hadou:7
-Bakudou:7
Perception
-Intelligence:20
-Concentration:19
Presence
-Charisma:7
-Leadership:23
Appearance: She wears the typical shinigami uniform, dark black over white underneath, tying it modestly around herself, keeping most of her darkly tanned skin covered. She wraps a dark blue ribbon around her waist, all the way up and over her breasts, tying it tight enough to press her chest down and keep herself sleek and streamlined. She also wraps dark blue ribbons around her forehead, tightly tying her unruly hair back out of her face into a large ponytail at the back of her head. Her long neck is accented by bright yellow ribbons, giving her the look of an african princess.
Her various jewelry includes, but is not limited to the following at any given time: She has always been seen wearing two gold gauges in each of her ears, the center of them always being made of a dark blue stone. Her bottom lip has a snake-bite piercing which she often fills with gold hoops. At special times and during battle, she is spotted wearing thick bangles made of teeth from hollow masks around her neck and hands.
She has many tattoos and scars across her arms, legs, and a few on on her face. The tribal tattoos are from her past life and are dark black and light blue against her darkly tanned skin. Her scars vary from great white ones, to light skinny pink lines. All of these are covered by yellow ribbon wrapped tightly around her arms and legs.
She wears her zanpakuto attached to her back, tied tightly with yellowed leather decorated with metal studs. However, she doesn't just carry her zanpakuto as a weapon, she has many hidden knives under her sleeves, leaving her zanpakuto as a last resort weapon.
Personality: Underneath Allaysia's skin is a not a very expressive person, and very few times does she show what she feels. That is unless she smacks you in the back of the head for doing something ignorant or disrespectful in front of others. Then she is a wave of torment, letting you know exactly what you did wrong and making sure to embarrass you in front of the public. She is unafraid then, her words brutish but very straightforward and to the point. No use in lying.
She rarely reaches out to others for support, always wanting to stay aloof and keep her friends out of harms way; past experience has enforced this technique in her. In reality, she doesn't believe she really has any friends, for her reclusive self refuses the company of many and accepts few. She is on the lookout for closer company and a true surrounding of people she can really accept and be accepted among.
Her day to day personality is very polite and simple, not often outspoken or demanding of her division, only telling them to practice their skills and get better at what they do best: execute the wicked. Her calm, straightforward, and steady stature, is an example she wants the others to look up to, so that the divisions ferocity is better left on the battlefield and unknown in day to day life. She wishes for her division to have a better reputation with all the others divisions in the future. She, personally, is tired of being looked upon like a brutish creature who just crawled out from the dirt to cause trouble.
She is open to ideas in conversations and such, willing to look at both sides of an argument. However, when she makes one, she is very stubborn in her decisions, not wanting to give an inch, for she believes in the old phrase "You give an inch and they will take a mile."
On the battlefield, Allaysia is a completely level person. She does not smile, frown, or make any face whilst on the battlefield, refusing to give her victims any hope before she ends their wretched lives. Her 'no survivors' policy on the battlefield often gives her a bad reputation, but this reputation does not bother her or the others of her group. She makes sure things don't get out of hand and is always watching her division's actions.
Strengths: Her endurance is almost unmatched in her division, she being able to dog any opponent for many hours on end, rarely ever tiring. Her attack works well with her endurance, giving her the ability to make decisive strikes to effectively weaken the enemy. Then the rest is just a waiting game, waiting for the right opening to deliver a death blow.
Allaysia's strength's are not so much just attacking and being able to outlast most opponent's endurance, but her ability to stay level minded on the battle field. She learned this ability cruelly when she had let go of all her inner thought and rode on her emotions when she was a younger shinigami, losing a very close friend because of her actions. Therefore, she refuses to get too deep into the battle, preferring to find the quick way to finish the kill with less injuries to herself and others. She also is an unwavering leader, not afraid of her enemies, refusing to got back on her word, and willing to go all the way to get the job done right.
Weaknesses: Even though she is made her out to be a great leader and such, she does have weakness. She is awful at kido, mostly because she prefers to stick to using her brute force when trying to solve problems. She respects the fact that kido can be quite useful, but using it just isn't her style.
She often internally questions her decisions, wondering how things would have gone if she had decided to do something else. When one of her division dies she often closes off herself from others, trying her best to get over the fact that the loss may have been her own fault. She is afraid of establishing relationships, but she does try, even though failure often follows because of her straightforward and very truthful ways. She is unable to effectively sway others to her cause, and this is probably because she refuses to give in or change her decision once it is made, not even just a little.
Sealed Zanpakutō: Allaysia's sealed zanpakuto is exactly 2 and a half shaku long(or 34.9 inches in length). Its center is a bright yellow, made from a strange metal rarely found. It is inscribed with dark blue inscriptions on both sides of the center of the blade.
Zanpakutō Spirit: Allaysia's zanpakuto spirit is a tall dark-skinned warrior, clearly female and she is naked from the waist up, except for large shoulder braces made of beaded leather. She is proud and carries herself like a queen, but speaks her fears straightforward and directly to Allaysia, voice deep and stoic. From her waist down, she is covered by a long brightly patterned loincloth that pools around her feet and she wears many clinking bands around her ankles and wrist, showing how unafraid she is of her enemies hearing or seeing her. She also wears her hair in dreads, though the sides of her head are shaved, exposing her earring encrusted ears.
The world the zanpakuto lives in is mostly sand and deep holes that lead to nowhere. Inside of the center of the biggest hole is a floating circular building, its sides very slick and its top rough so that the lucky one who makes it there can stay safe on top. The zanpakuto can be found up there, often fighting the very air that blows through this place, yelling and screaming her warrior cries.
Shikai Incantation: Hakahori (gravedigger)
Shikai Category: Kido Release
Shikai Range: Short Range
Shikai Description: When released, the blade is a little longer with jagged holes in the center, as if it had been pierced by a sharp, uneven blade. Inside of the holes a very ripped cloth is threaded through, pieces falling free from the main cloth and falling around the blade. The cloth looks as if it was once a brightly patterned banner, but seems battle worn and old. The swords actual blade, is tapered to a thin edge on top, with the bottom of the blade is jagged, like a saw blade, and the blades curving towards Allaysia. The edges of the blade are black whilst the center is silver with bright yellow writing.
Technique Name: Houmuru (Bury)
Technique Category: Offensive
Technique Range: Long Range
Technique Description:
OFFENSIVE
The offensive technique of Houmuru is to completely wipe out the opponent. The sword is swung in front of the owner slowly, and the energy extends from where the blade started in its swing to where the owner pauses in their swing. This allows the owner to attack only a small percentage of his or her enemies, keeping their allies out of harms way, unless the bloody idiots decide to put themselves into the sword path.The attack deals the worst damage if the opponent is in the thickest spread of the swords cutting path, which is seen as a bright, thick yellow streak of light. The damaging effect of the sword's path reduces slowly as the energy lessens in intensity, starting from the beginning of the swing to the end of the swing. The beginning and end being less intense, and the middle being extremely deadly.
Technique Name: Torinawa (Rope for tying criminals)
Technique Category: Augment
Technique Range: Long Range
Technique Description:
AUGMENT
The augment technique of Houmuru is activated by a swing down, and like before the attack is seen as a bright yellow energy path. The attack spreads out in a triangle, the easiest escape route from the attack being closer to the owner of the sword. However, this attack will not kill the opponent. This is to bind the all of the opponents in the path of the technique's yellow energy. At least those who have anything left of their bodies to be bound. The attack ties them down with ribbons of yellow energy, keeping them tied down until Chyoshi releases them. These ribbons are a little on the weak side and are simply anchored into the ground, therefore; a much stronger opponent could easily break these ribbons.
History: In Allaysia's past life, she was born the child of warriors in a primitive time. The tribe they belonged to wandered the land, following their prey throughout their lives. Many of the places they wandered were mostly sand or otherwise very dry, making their already dangerous lifestyle even more hazardous. They met many other different tribes as they traveled, either trading with the others or fighting them if the others actions call for such. They left no survivors and took no prisoners.
Slowly, but surely, Allaysia learned the cruelty of the world around her and how to avoid and kill the creatures that roamed the land amongst them. All children were raised under harsh rules, all having to be heavily tattooed across their arms and chest and to defeat one of the tribe's most dangerous threats, a lion. She was one of the first to defeat such a beast by herself, proving herself very valuable in the tribe. For this reason, she was chosen to be one of the wives of their chief. She was to be a strong woman trained to protect him, their children, and herself.
Though this was not to be. The night of their mating, the tribe was attacked by others, the other tribe slaughtering her and her people, but not without great losses of their own. She died with a spear ran through her chest and several arrows decorating her back.
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She awoke from her death in the Soul Society, still thinking she was still in battle, rushing to strike down the first creature she saw. Which just so happened to be a young shinigama with decent experience. She beat him sorely, unafraid and unrelenting, not stopping until he was unable to move. Of course backup was sent in to capture her, and with a decent bit of work and effort, they did.
They brought her forward to be judged, and made her explain her actions. She did so in the only simple way she could, telling them her story and how she had died. They were surprised she wasn't a hollow since she had died viciously and in anger, and so determined that she was unique case and that she must be trained.
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She started at the academy feeling outcast and highly misunderstood. Her ways at approaching things bothered and frightened other students, and her no mercy ways set many of them off. She didn't care though, claiming they did not have a 'warriors spirit,' and continued on with her studies, wanting to rise up and prove herself worthy as she had within her own tribe.
When she graduated from the academy, the immediately placed her in the 11th division because of her merciless ways and that she had no qualms about having to kill others. She frightened others with her forwardness and her stubborn will to finish the job, even going so far as to beat another shinigami for getting in her way and refusing to let her execute an enemy. It took weeks for the 4th Division to bring this unfortunate soul back to his full capacity.
She gained a few friends in the division, especially a young woman who was very good a kido and Chyoshi's complete opposite. They started off as dear friends, but soon their relationship progressed to something more. They often were by each others side on and off assignments, and soon understood each other beyond comprehension.
Chyoshi had started off as a very violent fighter, relentless and diving into the battle with her emotions on her sleeve. Her friend learned to fight alongside her, but constantly did her best to warn Chyoshi about the good it would do her to focus whilst she fought. However, she didn't pay any attention to her friend and learned a horrible lesson one day when her emotions got the best of her. A small simple assignment turned into a blood bath, and when that dear friend of hers was injured, she lost all possible control, attacking every enemy in her way. She completed their assignment, but was unable to get her friend back to the 4th division in time. The young woman she had cared so much for died in her arms. From then on she vowed to always be in complete control of her actions, to put her division first, and to always listen and follow the suggestions of others.
One day, the 8th seat was lost in an intense mission and their captain required a replacement. The other seats and he himself searched through their entire division, but finally rested their gaze upon Chyoshi. Her unique style, quickly developing temperament, and ability to stay level-head through any situation brought her up through the levels of the division, impressing her captain and causing him to suggest moving her up to a higher position. The rest of the division agreed, all agreeing that her calm personality, straightforward ways, and unwavering decisions would be a great way to represent them and perhaps change the stereotype they had acquired over the years. So from that day on, she was the 8th seat of the 11th division.
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Halfway through the five years she held as a 8th seat, she and her 4th seat leader had a disagreement. He wanted to ignore an order one day to help cleanup the ones left alive on a battlefield. She believed, even though killing the opponents was a release for her and the rest of the division, death was also a release for the opponents, making sure they didn't suffer for a long time. Her and her people believed that leaving another, even if the other was an opponent, suffering and leaving them to die in that way was the worst and most dishonorable thing a being could do.
They had a severe argument about this, him making sure to push her into a corner and letting her know that he was 4th seat of this division and that here, to her, his word was law unless he was reprimanded by their captain, which he never was. Anyways, she backed down, but all respect she had for him died that day. She continued to stand back and watch as things went further downhill, and as the 11th division's reputation went to hell.
One day, she was tired of the pathetic and dishonorable actions of their 4th seat and challenged him for his position, claiming his actions to be dishonorable and that he was no longer worthy of this position. Many of the other shinigami in the division agreed and sided with her, but this was not their fight. The 4th seat accepted her challenge and the fight began.
Her arms and legs were severely scarred from the fight as she used them in some of her defensive maneuvers and was unable to avoid his attacks, this is why they are bound in ribbon. However, her endurance held out longer than her 4th seat's and with much difficulty she defeated him. She took his position as 4th seat, of course not after explaining her actions to her captain. She fell into her new role quickly, seeming as if she had always been 4th seat of the 11th Division. She may be looked down on by some for her actions against the 4th seat before her, but she did what she knew was right and will continue to do what she knows is right for her division.
RP Sample:
Sunlight. Blessed sunlight that slipped through the branches of the cherry tree, freckling the dark figure resting underneath its gaze. The sun peered down at this figure under the obscuring tree curiously. A bright yellow sword was resting on its knees, and it seemed as if it neither breathed or moved. Perhaps this creature was dead.The wind rushed through the tree's branches, slightly stirring the the amber dreads flowing down this creatures back.
The sun looked closer, brightening its beams as they lay across the creature's face. It was a female, her skin dark in color, but body colorfully decorated. She had her hair pulled back out of her face, and had both hands resting on her knees. The sun soon realized that this female creature was simply meditating, and grew bored with watching her. Then the sun hid its light behind the coming storm.
She opened her eyes, looking straight ahead of her, easily focusing in on the people passing across the field in front of her since the sun had now disappeared. The people before her were of her own division, most of them conversing between themselves, others meditating like she had been, and a rare few were training. The training ones were always the ones that caught her attention; she was always looking for a way to improve her divisions fighting skills.
She focused in on one particular pair and watched the two men prepare themselves, rushing at each other in a practice fight. Her eyes narrowed as the fight unfolded, the men grunting and sometimes resorting to dirty ploys, the latter encouraged by she herself. If you were in a live or die situation, customs can just burn in hell. A frown crossed her dark face as she watched; she spotted mistakes in their fight.
The one on the left leaned to hard on his attacks, trying to force the other into submission. The one on the right was able to hold up on against the attacks, but he held his sword oddly. Both of these mistakes needed to be nipped in the bud, which meant further meditating could wait till later. She got up, slipping her blade into its sheath on her back, then dusting the dirt off her clothes. She then quietly began making her way over to them, still watching them repeat these mistakes.
The two spotted her halfway through her approach and paused in their fight, bowing to her respectfully, a bow she returned. She then moved to the one on the right, plucking his sword from his hands. She weighted it on her right finger and then held it in her own, trying to find the best point of balance. Her gaze met the man's and she asked him a simple question, "Which hand to you write with?" He held out his left to her and she nodded, pausing and trying to figure out the best way for him to hold the hilt. When she came to a conclusion, She pulled his hands toward her and slipped the hilt into his left hand, adjusting his sword so that he was holding it properly with his lead arm. She then stepped back and motioned for them to begin again, wanting to see if the first mistake was fixed.
They fought, the one on the left pushing hard again. This time, however, the one on the right bested him. He shoved hard with his new found strength from his correct hold, and the one on the left was pushed onto his ass. He looked up to her, expecting a comment. "Don't throw all your strength into your first blow. Hold back and strike them when they are distracted, with all your strength. You will do much better."
She bowed to both of them before turning on her toes and walking back to her resting spot. She drew her sword again, resting it in her hands and then slowly kneeling herself to the ground and pulling herself into an indian style position. Soon she was lost in deep meditation with her zanpakuto, only to be interrupted by the drops of rain landing on her head.
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