Name: Moka Akashiya
Race: Shinigami
Age: 562
Visual Age: 19
Gender: Female
Division: 11th
Personality: Outer Moka is very kind hearted and loyal to everyone that she cares about. She's soft spoken and an overall gentle person. She is almost motherly when it comes to the hollows in Hueco Mundo and has formed a strong bond with them though she is a shinigami Inner Moka is the complete opposite. She's arrogant and cold to anybody and anything. She doesn't take kindly to anyone who stands in her way, and will be more that happy to show them their place
Appearance: Moka has two forms. Her normal, or "Outer" Moka and her True form (Aka Inner Moka).
Outer Moka: She's 5' 3" in height and weighs around 118 lbs with a full figured body. She has long pink hair that extends down past her legs and bright green eyes. Her skin is a soft pale color as seems almost translucent in the light. She wears the usual shinigami attire though it's modified to look lihe a sleeveless kimono. Her captain's haori remembles toshiro's but with black sleeves.
Inner Moka: In her inner form, her body stays about the same, but her hair fades to a silvery pink color and her eyes are Dark red with slitted pupils
History/Background: Born in the world of the living, Moka spent her life being persecuted for being a Vampire. She died at the age of 19 ofter being murdered by her brother. After appearing in the Seireitei, she was discovered by Sousuke Aizen in the rugonkai. The Taicho observed as she took on an attacking Menos Grande by herself. Aizen was greatly impressed by her control over her spiritual pressure and took her under his wing as his apprentice. Moka declined, but took his suggestion to attend the shinigami academy. She graduated at the top of her class. She is a master user of the element of fire and can weild it at her will. She was soon recruited as the Captain of the 11th Division. She is a master of kido and a brilliant swordsman, though she prefers to solve altercations in a diplomatic way. She hopes for peace to one day come between the enemy races, though she knows deep down that no such thing could ever come about. After serving as 11th Taicho, she had befriended Hyroku Sanada. She considered the male to be her brother and looked up to him. Though the male became corrupt, betrayed, and nearly killed her. On the brink of death, her soul merged with that of her own zanpaku-to. She then returned to the seireitei and rejoined with the 11th Division, hoping to make her way back up to Taicho. She still seeks revenge for what Hyroku had done, though she doesn't allow the hatred to consume her. She is often seen with her pet phoenix, Ujimaru, which refuses to leave her side.
RP Sample: On a bright Saturday morning, with the sun just peaking over the rowhouses of the Seireitei, Moka emerged from her personal barracks with her loyal companion, Ujimaru, not far behind. The crimson bird eagerly followed his master as she stepped outside to greet the dawn. The sun's golden light instantly met the young captain's emerald green eyes, causing her to squint slightly until her pupils have properly adjusted to the excess light. She stretched her arms out towards the sky as her soft, roseate lips parted, allowing a quiet yawn to escape her throat. As her arms came down, she smoothed her fingers through her silken magenta tresses. The young woman was already dressed in her proper attire. Her shinigami uniform fit her form snugly yet comfortably, the semi-tightness gave a more defined look to her feminine shape. It resembled a sleeveless black kimono, bound by a white obi. Her captain's haori fit quite loosely, it giving off the appearance of an open cloak. She carried her sandals in her hands for her own personal reasons.
Moka enjoyed early mornings. She loved the smell of the brisk morning air and the feel of the grass as the dew chilled her bare feet. She giggled quietly to herself then glanced over at her pet. Ujimaru returned her gaze and answered with a series of delighted chirps and squawks. Ujimaru's banter brought a smile to her face. She knelt down in the plush, verdent grass, laying her sandals beside her. She reached into the sleeve of her haori and took out a pair of white tabi, quickly slipping them on before reaching for her straw sandals and slipping them on. She tied the woven straw threads around her ankles then rose to her feet, dusting off and stray blades of grass or dust particles. She then whistled for her pet, he instantly responding and fluttering up onto her right shoulder. She lightly patted the creature's head before taking her morning walk down the nearly empty streets of the Seireitei, not really knowing where her morning trek would take her, and not really caring.
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