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 | Subject: Yagyū Masamune Tesshū (9th Division Captain)  Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:01 am | |
| Shinigami - Spoiler:
'Absolutely uncertain, the man who carries the torch'We are who we are Name: Yagyū Masamune Tesshū Visual age: 18 Actual age: 145 Division: 9th Division Rank: Captain Level: Advanced [H] Hair color: Dark Red Eye color: Crimson Body Type: Thin | Fit | Toned Likes
- Challenges
- Change
- Uncertainty
- Night
- Quiet
- Ignorance
- Poetry
Dislikes
- Anything Absolute
- Anything Easy
- Strength
- Loss of Knowledge
Appearance: Yagyu is somewhat stoic, though not creepy in anyway. The man likes to wear the regulation Captain clothing, like every normal Shinigami in existence. His Shihakushō; a white shitagi, a black kosode, a black hakama, a white hakama-himo, white tabi, and waraji. And over that he wears his required Captain Haori, he likes the ones with long-sleeves. So long, in fact, that they drop down past his hands a bit. On the back of his Haori is the symbol for his Division in the usual 9th Division color within the usual rhombus that all Gotei 13 Captains have upon the back of their Haori's. Yagyu's hair is short and fierce, he likes to keep it short as he says it gets in his face. He has very gentle features, mostly due to his extreme youth. His eyes take on a deep crimson color that compliments the dark red of his hair. Personality: Yagyu is a calm and reserved individual. Most people misjudge him as an "emotionless shell who doesnt really care much for anything", mostly due to his outer appearance being a straight face all the damn time. Or should I say most of the time. He enjoys taking it easy, like most Captains do. Yagyu is definitely a friendly man. Though he may not be the most chatty of his race, he is definitely one of the most open minded. He is, most of the time, willing to have conversation and chop it up with almost anyone. Though most people prefer to avoid talking to him as he tends to give short and simple answers. Underneath his rock hard exterior lies a pretty gifted soul. Yagyu is your once in a generation Prodigy, like Toshiro Hitsugaya before him. As such he has confidence in his skill, not arrogance. He understands that he is Captain for a reason, that reason being he is one of the most powerful shinobi in Soul Society, and all of creation is arguable. Yagyu is an intellectual and enjoys the pursuit of higher learning. Uncertainty, to him, is a joy of life. He enjoys discovering new things, though hardcore science is not his forte. He is also a sucker for the idea and concept of change. Which is somewhat contradictory to his hatred for all things absolute, as change itself is absolute. He loves to teach those who dont know, such he has a love for ignorance as well. And above all else, the man relishes in a challenge, and by extension hates anything easy. One of the only times you will every see him excited, as in jumping off the walls and sweating/shaking with enthusiasm, is when he is presented with something he finds interesting and challenging. Yaguyu hates power, his own included. He wishes he were never gifted with his talents, so he has spent his life using his power for the good of others. Joining the Gotei 13 he has given up his right to freedom and free choice, and in return has gained amnesty from his actions and acts as a tool for the Captain Commander. He no longer controls his power, as he thinks, the Gotei 13 does. Its not his power anymore, its the Captain Commanders.....he is simply holding onto it for him. Step Into My Life History: - Spoiler:
In every generation there is born a natural genius. This person takes on the role of the cliche prodigy that just gets stuff faster then most people would. Some say its the product of their environment. Trained by the best and raised in the best, so to speak. Others say its a product of genes. Born from the best raised by the best. Maybe its a bit of both? Yagyu, the prodigy of his age, was born within a poor family in Okinawa Japan. His existence was meager to say the best. He lived out of boxes and wore hand me downs, but dreamed of being someone big. Of course he grew into his personalty and become somewhat of a social outcast despite his brilliance. Even in life he caught onto things quickly, though he was later state that Soul Society was easy for him. He lives as your normal child in poverty would live. Day to day struggles and getting fun poked at him at school, though most of the kids were the same as him. So it was just all fun. He never took it to the heart and neither did they. To them they were just a handful of ragtag misfits who were in the same boat. Which was a pretty damn accurate description of life in Yagyu's neighborhood. The place was pretty much a desert, all soaked dry after the Yakuza had tossed it aside. The lowest of the low festered in this place and when you grew up there, you grew up strong. His parents did their best to keep him out of trouble, but trouble always had a way of finding him. Especially in his teenage years, those years of rebellion, he would get mixed up the the wrong crowds. Not the drug dealing, murdering types. Simply a group of deadbeats who had no real future. But in all honesty they were the only real police force the small town had! And it was from this that his sense of pride and honor stemmed from. Any idiot with a brain couldve told you that Yagyu would meet his end in this life. He had no real fear for falling protecting those he loved and doing what was right. And people respected him for that, hell everyone did. Even after his death he was a model for his community. They even named a street after the boy, several years after the town cleaned up. Not to bad for a poor kid who got stabbed to death.
Yagyu's cross over took only weeks. His soul lingered no longer then a month within the human world. It is the shinigami's job to send those souls to the afterlife, but one shinigami can only to so much. The shinigami who crossed him over said he had been watching Yagyu for sometime. And said that when he reached Soul Society he knew he would do great things. And with his burial he also told him to look up the "Gotei 13", the organization responsible for the balance of the spiritual realms. Of course Yagyu would soon find out that he was crossed over by a Vizard named Shichiro Takumi, a legendary figure in his own time. And Shichiro had done him a solid and sent the boy to the same place he had arrived in. A nice little district known as Rukongai 80. Probably the place where every spirit is ever sent, as so many to-be shinigami arrived there. He didnt spend much time in that place, though. His spirit potential was picked up pretty quickly by a man who liked to visit the place. A man by the name of Osamu Tezuka. The 11th Division Captain of the time. He had an infinitely short fuse and snapped at Yagyu multiple times during their first meet for a plethora of reasons. Of course Osamu would soon meet his fate at the blade of Shichiro himself, who would meet his fate in Hueco Mundo some years later. Osamu picked up on his massive spiritual potential. Osamu saw fit to challenge the boy right there on the spot, and said if he passed the test he would recruit him into the 11th Division immediately after graduation. Yagyu accepted and fought the overly aggressive Captain. Osamu accomplished in hospitalizing Yagyu for several months, almost killing the boy ruthlessly. He then told him that he failed the test and never spoke to him ever again.
Osamu did, however, make Yagyu's spiritual potential known to all. And thus earning him a seat in the Spirit Academy, created by an old ass man over 2,000 years prior. These were the golden years of Yagyu's life. In the academy all his little cliche genius was allowed to shine, and for the sake of saving you the some old story, ill just say he passed his shit with flying colors. He covered his studies and complete the academy in a record one year, or tying the record of the late Gin Ichimaru. It goes without saying that Yagyu joined in the 11th Divison after graduating, but this time it was during the reign of Kanji Karuson. The laid back man without a care in the world. He was a homey man and did little to try and bruise the boys pride. He served under Kanji until the Great Hueco Mundo Invasion, all made possible by the genius of Raumulus Vauxhall. Kanji, unfortunately, died in the battle. Thus leaving the 11th Division empty once more. And it stayed empty for some time to come until a woman by the name of Himeko Amagi took Captaincy and chose Yagyu personally to be her Lieutenant. And upon discovering Bankai he was recommended and made 9th Division Captain. And even to this day likes to spend his time in Rukongai.
RP Sample: - Spoiler:
Huh? he mutter rather aloofly. He didnt quite get what she meant by "forcing someone into their privacy". You cant really force someone into privacy, that would be a prison at that point. He bent his knee's a bit as she saw her try to look above him, it seemed his hair was too big and got in her way. He'd been told by many people that he needed a hair cut, that it was too untamed. Pfft, whatever. He had seen people with much crazier hair then him before, trust him on that. He looked up towards her face again, and got a view of it from a different angle. Once again, he found it difficult to look away. Maybe a heaven really did exist, right? That could be the only explanation as to why someone like her existed. But now wasnt the time to gawk at Ashwings beauty! Now was the time to get to her main concern. That being that there was, apparently, a man being dragged into an alleyway somewhere. He turned his head slightly, and caught the image of a man's legs begin dragged into a dark corner. It was as she said, someone was being "forced" into privacy. Wonderful, after he had just made it into a good thing, these guys just show her the bad in it. Why cant things just be pure? Seriously, all the shininess of the world paled in comparison to its mucky darkness. He snapped his head back to her once again. Whatever the hell was going on here wasnt good. He had planned on just letting it be, as things like this happen all the time. But it was too late. Ashwing had already made her way towards the alley. And there was no way in hell he was gonna let her go alone.
Standing up straight, he ran to catch up to her. This kinda stuff happens a lot. Murder....ugly thing he said to her rather bluntly, no need to sugar coat it. He made sure to stand in front of her, so she would be following close behind him. It was his job to keep her safe, right? He was also the teacher at this point. What kinda teacher would he be if he let his student get harmed. Naw, he would die before he let that happen, thats for damn sure. He hugged against a wall, and peeked around the corner. A number of shady figures stood at a door, talking. He couldnt quite make out what the hell was going on, but it was painfully obvious that these people werent your average guys. Their bodies seemed normal, though they were hidden under dark robes. Their heads turned slowly towards him and Ashwing, which forced him to back up and pull her towards him so they couldnt lay eyes on her. He was rather freaked out at the moment. They were either serial killers, or something else entirely. That would make a lot of sense. If Ashwing was an Angel, then THOSE things had to exist. Dont worry, Ashwing. We'll take care of these guys and save that dude. All right? I promise. he whispered to her, trying not to attract too much attention. He slid over towards the corner once more. Trying to look around it without making his presence too noticable. If they were still looking their way, then they could see him if he stuck his head out too far. He needed a way to conceal himself. Right! his expression lit up as he realized he could do just that!
Placing his back firm againt the wall, he cycled through a few handseals. The technique was very basic, so it didnt require anything flashy. He closed his eyes and concentrated, imagining the wall behind him in his mind. And sure enough, little by little, his body began to blend in with the wall. To Ashwing, not using her soul looking, it would seem as if his body were melding with the wall, slowly becoming nothing. Luck for him, the building they were in seemed to have the same tint as all the walls in this district. Lucky for him, they had found themselves in the slums of Amegakure. The only real place where shit like this could actually take place. Follow close behind, stay in the shadows. If anything happens, run. were his final words as his form finally became completely hidden. These guys couldnt see him now, no matter how hard they tried. He knew it was a good idea to learn that jutsu. Many ninja pride themselves on their uber destruction techniques and dont take much time to learn those stealth ones that came in handy during situations like this. Of course those ninja also had stealth techniques, special ones that tended to be quite effective. So it wasnt like they were sacrificing much anyways. Shichiro lifted his nose to the air and adapted his essence to mirror Ashwing's, he caught her scent again. He could track her anywhere like this, he had to make sure he wouldnt lose her. Plus, it didnt hurt that he seemed to enjoy how her chakra signature smelled. Weird, yea, but he just did.
He wasted no more time with preparation, reaching into his pouch he pulled out a kunai. He was extra careful as the sound of them clinking together was more then enough to give him away. Especially if these things were ninja, the sound of a pin hitting the floor could ruin the entire damn operation. He looked at Ashwing one last time, who by this point couldnt see his physical body and nodded at her, though she probably couldnt have seen that either. He slipped around the corner, racing into the house and finding cover in the shadows. The house was rather small, it had about two rooms not including the kitchen and living area. No light existed anywhere except for the constant humming street light outside. He slipped around a corner within the house, peeking out slightly. What he found, was something he didnt want to ever see again. The men had the prisoner strung up from the ceiling. He was hung by his left foot, leaving the other to, uncomfortably, hang down. Shichiro glanced over at his face. He was out of it. He seemed to be in a state of semi consciousness, even if he look as if he were in a realm of nightmares. His face was stricken with fear, and sweat ran down the man's face. Blood will spill said a very deep voice. It mustve been one of the men. He didnt SOUND like a man, though. Not only was his voice inhumanly deep, but it sounded.....evil. It sent shivers down Shichiro's spine. His blood stood frozen by the rattle it sent to his bones. These guys werent normal. He watched again as they lifted a long, ceremonial, blade. It was very fancy, twisted, gnarled. It had blood stains all over it. That was good, Shichiro would be able to track them like that.
He closed his eyes once again, this time contacting the Ark. This doesnt look good, im gonna need your strength Shichiro pleaded to his leader. The sentient realm was, next to Ashwing, the closest thing to a divine he had ever met. The things the Ark could do were.....impossible. Shichiro waited for a moment, hoping for a reply. It's yours, always has been. came a reply. He was told that he never had to ask for the power, but tended to do so a bit anyways. He didnt know why, it made him feel like he wasnt greedy. This power was his now, and he'd use it to finish these guys off. Tapping into his abilities, six crosses appeared upon Shichiro's forehead proof that he had begun to tap into his chakra pool. A heavy mist set over the room, making it impossible to see anything. The men in to robes halted their homicidal tendency immediately. What is that? the leader spoke again, this time his voice filled with curiosity. They hadnt seen this mist before, nor did they realize exactly how screwed they were. Shichiro placed the kunai in his mouth and exhaled slowly. As he did so his body began to slow down. His heart came to almost a complete halt. Simultaneously, he found his senses boost to superhuman levels. A plethora of smells entered his nose, Ashwing's being the one he kept his attention on. He also focused on the blood on the knife, it gave away their positions so well. Fools underestimated humans, and they would pay with their lives. He removed the kunai from his mouth and readied it for usage. He would do this as quickly as possible. His steps were quick, but silent. His attacks were the same, and they were inescapable. One throat, two, three, four. One by one he silently killed them, showing no mercy to those who would attempt to commit such atrocities. And as the last body fell, he released the mist.
The single light once again illuminated the small room. The man's body was fine, no bruises or marks. The drew no blood from him, Shichiro came just in time! He sighed with relief as he realized that he kept his promise. He turned around and awaited Ashwing to make herself visible. He was happy that he could at least do this for her. It may seem strange, but that was the only real reason why he helped the man. He had her to thank, not Shichiro. Ashwing? Shichiro called to her, hoping she was okay. His relax time would be brought to an abrupt halt, however, when the man he had just saved sprang to life. His eyes swelled up to the point where they popped like balloons, sending blood all over Shichiro's body. His body contorted and grabbed Shichiro by the arm, his tongue grew long and whipped around outside his mouth. He looked up at Shichiro, staring at him from his now eyeball-less head. To hell! said the man. His mouth not even moving. It was a similar voice, a creepy voice. Shichiro could feel as his body stopped moving! He felt the floor below him shake like a great earthquake had just came upon him! A tremor ran through the floor, collapsing it below him and sending him into a dimsension below him. Do not fret, boy. We shall look after the Angel said the voice again, this time with a cackle. Shichiro landed on his feet, trying to regain his posture. What the hell was going on? Where was he? All he could see were flames, darkness. All he could hear were screams. ASHWING!!! he screamed as loud as he could. Her scent was faint, but it was there. He needed to hear she was okay. I need to find her he thought to himself. Though he knew it wouldnt be that easy. Drawing the energy within himself, he manifested a katana into his right hand. More killing, eh? Guess thats what he signed up for.
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