Vicerene Hayato (Quincy)

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Name: Hayato, Vicerene

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Look at avatar! Stands at 4 ft 7in (tall as Rukia). She maybe small but she has a temper. She wears an eye patch on her eye that is covered. She wears a black nuns outfit, the dress goes pass her knees. She found it and wore it when she was in foster care. She wears black socks and black boots.

Personality:

Vice is a kind, loving person. She tries everything to improve herself. She only reveals her true self around her friends. She acts very serious in battle. She may act childish and stupid sometimes but she is very smart and quick to think of a solution when in a tough situation. She loves to protect people a little too much and will protect them with her life. She will not put up with someone that thinks their life is something to throw right out the window. She hates people like that and will convince them that life is important in everyway. She likes to play target practice with her friends. She is blind in her right eye, but she can see spiritual pressure only, which is weird to her and kind of disorientates her in battle so she wears an eye patch over it. She sometimes has trouble controlling her temper and gets really pissed off/ really mad and angry, when she does she almost puts out all of her reitsu, which leaves her weak and tired afterwards.


History/background:

Vice was always the same ever since she was born. She does remember much before she was eight years old, but one thing does remain a memory of a boy with white hair sitting at a piano and the name Hayato Gokudera (he is her brother but Vice cant remember who he was so just his name and that he played piano is all the information that she has). But once she started to see spiritual her whole life changed, only at the age of eight. She saw people fighting but she did know what to think. She was terrified seeing people getting killed at only the age of eight. She ran away from all the killing and bloodshed. She was only a child and seeing this made her have a craving for bloodshed. She wanted power and right now. Shortly after the cravings she got her Quincy powers. She was so scared of her powers and didn’t know how to use them and what she had to kill. She got her Quincy powers at the age of eleven.

The following years she was found by another Quincy and was trained by her. Now that she was trained she wasn’t so scared of her powers and wanted to fight in a real battle. She wanted to, so now she could. By the time she was done with some experience fighting in real battles she want not just to fight weak hollows she wanted something more powerful. So she fought a Menos Grande. She came out with a few injures. As time passed she fought and got injured. The injures healed and healed again.

Now her left eye was starting to bother her a lot. Her Sensei made her a special eye patch. It was perfect, her eye wasn’t bothering her anymore. It was more comfortable to fight now that she didn’t have her eye in the way.

She was now the age of fifth teen. She got more experience in fighting. To this day Vice fights hollow for a living and of course she goes to school. After a year she saw her Sensei die to save her life. Ever since that day she vowed never to be weak in battle or in front of anyone again.

She now lives in a foster parents home.

RP Sample:

The Life of a Quincy Rules Over Everything Else (not literally)

It was a early spring morning. It was damp and eerie. Vice was having a lovely drink of root beer with ice cream. Staring out the window of the cafeteria at her school. Nothing else mattered accept the blue sky and the gray clouds, that were storm clouds. She hated rain a lot. Maybe I should stay after school until it stops. No I should go to a bus shelter and wait there. I’ll take a bus until it stops, then go home. I don’t know what I should do damn it. I’ll just go home, go to sleep or something.

The bell rung, alerting the students that it was time for class. Vice picked up her books and headed towards her first class, which was… Graphic Design, Yay, Vice thought to her self. She was happy that she had that class first. But once she walked though the threshold of the classroom door. Oh god, Ms. B___ch was in the classroom fluffing her hair for her Ugly boyfriend. I mean Ugly with a capital U. Wow she was dumb. Vice hated her gut and wished she could kill her but, she held herself back. I mean what is the use of killing a human, a dumb human at that.

The rest of the day pasted in a blur. But she had gotten in trouble with Ms. B__ch earlier in the day. Boy was she going to get a beating, as she walked down the side walk. She was aware that she was being followed by one of the Ms. B__ches friends. Two other people of the Ms. B__ches friends. Okay time for major powers and some cool martial arts moves. Some jazz to add to this fight, too. she turned side ways, so that the three girl were on each side of her. Then without any warning she dropped down and kicked all three girls at the same time knocking them down to the ground with a thump and a thud.

Vice got up as fast as she could and quickly turned a corner and then ran as fast as her legs would carry her. By the next block she was out of breath. She had to be careful not to get an asthma attack. She didn’t have her pump with her either. That just great! I don’t have my pump Vice thought to herself as she heard voices that were the three girls she had just knocked down. Crap, their coming for me. She started to run around the other corner and then another, right, left, left again and she was almost at her foster parents home. By the time she got to the street she saw a boy walk across the street. Walking the opposite direction Vice was walking. That boy looked familiar some how, but she couldn’t figure out where she had seen him.

She got to the door and then out came her foster sister standing in the threshold of the door, tapping her foot annoyed that she got home late at night. “Sorry I’m late,” said Vice as she went though the threshold with her head down. She ran up the wooden stairs the cricked each time she stepped on them. Then she jumped over the railing and then she walked left. She opened her door to her bedroom, walked in and slammed the door right behind her. “Argh!!! I hate them, their so…Argh!!” she said as she laid down in her bed. “I have to go blow off some steam,” said Vice in a calm voice.

Vice was packing her small backpack. She was putting snacks in it, that she knew she was going to need. There that should be enough to last a week or so. Oh, my pump and some water. That’s all. I’ll disappear for a while, see if my foster parents really care about me, which I doubt. Vice slid the window up, climbed up on the window seal. She was glad that she could leave this place. She didn’t even care if they sent the army after her, she was going, going, gone. She jumped off the window seal and landed in a run. She turned the right corner of the bushes that were in the front of the house she once called, home. Not anymore, not ever again. “Bye losers” , she said aimed at everyone in that household while waving her hand in a whatever way.

Vice had been running for a while now. She was chewing on a chocolate bar that some how made her feel guilty for leaving her foster parents behind in that old big house. She shock her head as a tremendous headache started hammering in her head. She stopped running and dropped to her knees. What…. is this?! Its.. like I’m… suppose to remember something important. Then suddenly it was gone. Like it never happen in the first place.

There was a big wide-open field with sand swirling around by a light breeze. This should be a good place to blow off some steam. She walked over to one of those big concrete blocks and put her blue backpack down on one of them. She walked to the middle of the field of sand. She began to sink right into and connect to the noises, feeling, and mostly to what elements where around her. Then in a sudden burst of energy she let out as much reitsu as she could, before she got weak and tired. This went on for a day.

Vice poured out so much energy that she fell to her knees and collapsed on the ground crying. Her body was in so much pain and aching a lot. She could feel her breath beginning to leave her body. She wanted to move but, she couldn’t get up to get her pump which she needed to stop the asthma attack from happening. “This…is…so…. pathetic,” said Vice in between breathes that she was struggling to get. Her chest was beginning to get tight. Then she started to cough. She began to get up very slowly. Then she was standing up, She walked over to where her backpack was and got her pump.

Just as she inhaled a breath from her pump, she felt the reitsu of a hollow. Something was different about it, the reitsu was heavier, more solid and thicker. She whirled around to see a human like hollow that had a broken-mask piece on his neck that went up to his check bones. “Arrancar…,” was all Vice could get out of her mouth before the Arrancar moved so that he was right in front of Vice.

“I’m not here to fight… just a message… you will die in the near future, human Quincy girl,” said the Arrancar as he opened the horizon and disappeared and the horizon went back too normal.

Vice just stared at where the Arrancar disappeared. “What was his problem, we all die one way or another, that was stupid,” said Vice as she grabbed her bag and headed to a near by library.

THE END

In your history it claims that you've killed a menos grande, etc. Normal Quincy couldn't kill such a high level Hollow in that manner.

Please edit that. Also, please add more to your appearance.

i edited it

~ Approved.