Name: Ichi Nogoraki
Age: 112
Gender Male
Appearance:
Personality: stubborn, dislikes weak people, has a weakness for "hot" woman, thoughtful, protective of his comrads, strong-minded, loner most of the time, hates to be pitied on, does what he wants and only listens to authority when he is lazy or just doesn't care
History: (I had wrote this and when i tried to send it, it got deleted so it might be a little short...)
~LIFE~
Ichi had been born into a prosperous family. His father was a well-respected surgeon and his mother was a popular lawyer. Ichi had a younger sister, whose name he can no longer remember, unfortunately. She was such a cute little girl and always made Ichi laugh. He loved her a lot and also loved his parents. They had annual barbeques and picnics, they even went walking together. Ichi had an amazing life and he loved every minute of it... unfortunately, that meant he had ALL to lose. at the age of 5, Ichi's father caught pneumonia and died within three months. He was devastated and kept himself in his room for weeks. Ichi let his mother come in to talk to him and bring him food, but refused to come out. He eventually only came out because his sister pleaded with him and seeing her cry... he couldn't take making her feel so much pain so, whther he wanted to or not, he would come out and be merry, for her. His mother hugged him and kissed him on the head while he returned these gestures with a large hug and tears.
The day was Ichi's sister's birthday and she was turning four. Ichi was 7 years old at the time. The citizens of the community gathered at Ichi's house for the party to celebrate the day his sister was born. A pile of presents, delicious food, and people enjoying themselves all around. His mother conversed with the neighbors and then came to watch as Ichi's sister opened her presents. Ichi hugged his sister and his mother came over to kiss them both on the head. As they were all together in this family love celebration, a picture of them was taken... This picture is what kept Ichi sane, after he died that is.... The party went better than expected and everyone had a wonderful experience. After all the partygoers had left for their respective homes, the humble family settled down and came into the house. Ichi played with his sister and her new toys while their mother sat in her comfy arm chair and enjoyed watching her gifts of god be so merry. She reluctantly got up to take out the trash, but hadn't come back for several minutes and Ichi was worried. Ichi stood up to see what was wrong when he heard an backbreaking shreik of pain. He picked up a kitchen knife and ran outside yelling a quick reminder for his sister to STAY INSIDE. He couldn't believe what he saw... His mother lay on the ground in a pool of blood, attempting to look upon her son. She tried to say something, but only had enough energy left to utter a single word.
"....Run......"
Ichi's eyes widened and grew dead black. Tears flew down his face like a waterfall and he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he felt sorrow or anger or pain or shock oa anything. His mother had just died in front of him... he hated himself.... He looked up to see a man licking blood off of his fingers. Ichi ran at the man with the knife in hand and the man simply snickered and snapped his fingers. Suddenly an itme that looked like a full-soze doll appeared and, before he knew it, Ichi was on the ground in his own little pool of blood. His sister heard the commotion and peeked a bit out of the door only to see her dead mother and dying brother. She went straight into shock, unable to even scream. Her knees failed and she fell to the ground. Ichi looked at his sister with a painful expression, wanting her to live. She looked so helpless, but he didn't want to lose her too. Ichi may die, but maybe he could find her in the next life. He just didn't want to lose her too! He was coughing a lot of blood and managed to yell out a small statement.
"RUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMNIT GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE HE KILLS YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MAY BE DYING, BUT I CAN'T LOSE YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE ALL I HAVE LEFT!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE LET ME GO AND RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMNIT GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ichi was able to yell out and then his coughing became worse as his head reluctantly fell. The last thing he saw was a black figure jump in front of his sister, not knowing who it was, he only hoped that he or she would protect his little sister. The last thoughts of Ichi's life were of his parents and him and his sister, as a whole family.... and their strong bond of love. Even if he couldn't prove she was still alive... Ichi swore to find his sister in the next life, even if it killed him again.
~Journey to becoming an Arrancar~
Ichi had died with unfinished business so he wasn't headed straight for the Soul Society. He wondered the earth, evading hollows and searching for his sister. He was always in a sulk, dreading the painful afterlife he had been placed in. It had been almost 30 years since he started looked, yet... he still looked like the 7 year old he had died as. He wandered into a town called Karakura once and it seemed to have a lot more hollows than usual towns and these hollow were also stronger. Ichi was running from the hollow, but eventually was backed into a corner by two menos grande. He was fortunately saved by an arrancar. The arrancar treated the boy well and acted as if Ichi were his own son. He knew Ichi needed power and after Ichi had stayed with the man for one full year, the man determined Ichi was worthy of the power he seeked. The man was an old, rogue arrancar who had deserted the espada and Las Noches long ago. His name was Kyodake Shuei. Kyodake had slo told him that the doll he had seen on the night of his abd his mother's murder only meant that the killer was a Bounto. The minute Ichi heard this, he vowed to kill any and every Bount he met, no matter the circumstances.
Kyodake told Ichi that he was too weak to find his sister and would never succeed with his puny human strength. Ichi would have to become an arrancar and Ichi immediately agreed to perform this transformation. Ichi didn't care how it happened, as long as he could stay himself and find his sister. Kyodake used a special type of medicine to induce Ichi into a comma for this transformation. His small body could not bare the pain and agony of the transformation if he had been conscious. There was no real science to just create an arrancar so Kyodake had given Ichi his arrancar abilities. Kyodake, without his powers anymore, withered away when the conversion was complete. Ichi woke up in a sharp pain and his body was immoveable for the time being, but he felt something on his face. The lower left corner of his face had the jaw of a hollow mask on it and he felt a strange new power.
Ichi lay there for two months, allowing his body to heal before h "broke in" these new powers of his. He thanked Kyodake forever and prayed to him almost every day to wish him a happy life, wherever he may be. Ichi trained and trained, getting used to his powers as well as creating his own custom techniques. When he had finished, he headed towards Las Noches to be with the espada.... He didn't take authority well, but he would deal with it for the most part.
RP sample:
~Mental Insight~
Ichi had meditated for years during his arrancar training. His mind was vast in the colors variegated throughout. He had never found the zen that monks talked out when meditating. The closest event he had to zen were those scribbled memories of his younger sister and how she loved him so. Ichi sat upon the highest pillar and shut his eyes, shielding the pericing light. The wind caressed his hair and retired his doubtful thoughts. The mind was a dark place, yet peaceful and inviting. No danger had ever appeared, maybe a surprise or two, though. Ichi felt like his body was moving freely, with noe effort, in the direction in which it was thrown, yet.... He sit, still, upon the pillar. The brisk relaxation within his mind felt cool against his throbbing muscles and his eyes seemed to see more than what was there. The future, his friends, his family, his love.... it was all right there, but his body was motionless. Unable to grab it or reach for it or even move for that matter. He saw it all and couldn;t take it, yet his mind was still so calm and he only continued to fall... deeper... into the everchanging waters of his soul.
(Kinda, short, but I am a bit tired to please excuse it. I hope it is good enough.)
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
