Shinigami Application
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Name: Rekkan (Last Name is not Known)
Alias/Nicknames: Akume no Rekkan (Rekkan of the Orgasm)
Age 357
Visual Age: 21
Zanpakutō's Name: Hakunetsu
Division: The Second Division, as Captain.
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Personality:
- Laid Back: Rekkan takes the world lightly, not really giving a damn about things that have nothing to do with him or people he is acquainted with. The Shinigami prefers to spend his time doing nothing, enjoying a good afternoon laying on his couch and staring at the ceiling or taking a nice nap. He doesn't get taken away by emotions and his speech is always calm and passive, sometimes words coming out in the form of whispers because he really can't speak up. His whole body's muscles are never actually tense, not even in cracked up situation that requires the utmost concentration. Although one thinks he is a distracted fellow, it's really his regular way of acting.
- Critical Thinker: Another trait of Rekkan's personality is his ability to think fast and well in important situations. Due to his wide imagination, the Shinigami is able to think about multiple reactions to perform against an action executed against him. Although his face's expression never changes from that blank and relaxed form, the glitter in his eyes is the hint that shows that his mind is working.
- Day Dreamer: Although a day dreamer is defined as a distracted person, Rekkan is the opposite. His day dreaming works together with his current situation. It is because of this trait that the Shinigami is able to create and coordinate multiple reactions and choose the most suited for the situation at hand. He has a deep level of imagination and is almost able to control at its fullest without the use of his Zanpakuto. However, his imagination does not gain substance in Rekkan's reality without the First Release.
- Lover: Rekkan is a flirter. He enjoys women and does anything for them to enjoy him. In his own words: "Women are magical creatures that should not be underestimated. Their powers are far beyond those of a man." His idea is to protect this "creature" in the plural form. He has been seen jumping into battle, not because it is required, but to protect a woman. That is why he likes to think of himself as a gentleman and a "knight".
- Poet: Rekkan does not use words, but actions. His own movements, whether in battle or in any other situation, narrate the path of his life and emotions that are well hidden in his relaxed behavior. The way he touches and sees is to be studied for he keeps writing in a constant manner, it being with his swords on an opponent's flesh, or his lips on a woman's body.
Birthday: 12th, July of 1700+
Birthplace: Oporto, Portugal
Natural Race: Hispanic?
Family/Relatives: None
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Likes: Women, Sex, Music, Poems, S&M, Foreplay, Fighting.
Dislikes: "Stray dogs"; Dumb & Ignorant people - He can live with someone who is only one of those, but not both.
Hobbies: Inter course; S&M Sessions; Imagining things with Hakunetsu.
Favorite Food: You really want to know?
Favorite Music: Many types, doesn't care about mentioning them all.
Forte in Sports: Sports R foh kIdz
Special Skill: Rekkan is a very agile fighter. He is able to respond to different moves with a steady level of flexibility and speed. He is able to shift his body weight perfectly in order to create the most original of moves in battle and other occasions. He is like a little drugged monkey :'D
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Appearance He has long brown hair that is tied by a black ribbon. The tied hair stretches down his backs to his waist while he uses a bandana with the kanji "World" in its front. That bandana holds the rest of his hair and gives it a spiked look. Kinda...
Height: 1,76 meters
Weight: 63 kilos
Blood Type: After one being dead, does that matter?
Measurements: Rekkan has an athlete's body. It has no fat, only muscles. It is well built, although it's nothing to overreact on. He has a featherweight class built body. That's it... I guess...
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Story
Life
- So, how to explain the life of Rekkan? One would have to dig deep into the man's soul to actually find out what motivated him to be what he was in the living world before dying. Like the famous painter Salvador Dali, Rekkan was influenced by substances when he performed his art: writing. However, those substances were neither alcohol nor drugs, something far more tripping. It is said that when upon death, a human's brain releases some kind of toxin, but as I am no scientist and didn't really want to check more on the information, I'll just say it gives you the greatest "trip" ever. I won't go into much detail in the life of Rekkan because; apart from his many near death experiences - which he forced to happen - there is not much to tell. The soon to be Shinigami lived by the limit. He could spend one day free in the streets while in the next one he'd be laying on a hospital's bed getting treatment. Running in front of moving cars, having electrical discharges running through his body to get him to the other side... That was the way Rekkan gained Inspiration. His imagination, ever since a young age, was close to unlimited, if not actually endless. Over the course of the years he was able to alter his perception upon the world, creating and reshaping objects and animals to his liking. Have you ever seen a blue dog? Rekkan did... He basically altered the reality he saw and loved it. People who got to know him so well always thought he was mentally ill. And was he not? Maybe... That is something one won't find out so easily. So, due to his lifestyle, everyone took Rekkan's short life for granted. They couldn't be more right. With the age of 21, the man died. And how did he die, you might ask? Well, his soul was released from the prison that was his body in the final and greatest experience ever: "Flying". Rekkan jumped off a cliff, feeling the wind blow on his body before falling hard on the water of the sea, which dragged him to the bottom.
Death
- A dead wanderer in the living world, Rekkan saw his solitude as nothing more but a temporary obstacle. He was quite acquainted with his imagination, so there was no harm done. The young soul was soon aware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. He soon got to know Hollows and learn how to avoid them. Sadly enough, things began to get tougher. Maybe they were the vessels that would take Rekkan to the Other World? He didn't know much about the After Life and what seemed to be monsters could actually be his "gatekeepers" or how the hell you wish to call them. So, one day, not far from the time he died, Rekkan stood still as a Hollow approached him. Not actually being concerned with what awaited him and if it hurt, the soul simply stared at the monster as it came to consume him. Alas, that did not happen. A man wearing black appeared and denied Rekkan of his fate. Even though he was slightly surprised and deeply intrigued with the appearance of this odd character, the soul did not show it. Its blank expression still ruled over his face, although a very gentle smile began to grow from it. The "Shinigami", or Death God, explained to Rekkan what he was and what he did. A very nice Shinigami, something that Rekkan would find rare. He was then taken to the Rokungai by the Shinigami, who felt a certain potential coming from the released soul. While Rekkan was still unable to join the Shinigami Academy, he was trained by his Shinigami friend when this one was available. Shinigami do have vacations, right? If not, let's make this an exception.
Shinigami
- And so, after years of training, the soul known as Akume no Rekkan entered the Shinigami Academy. He was looked down by the other recruits due to his laid back personality, sometimes even neglecting to pay attention to classes, writing his own words or simply taking a nap in the middle of them. He was lectured for many times, but it didn't bother him. Rekkan lived how he wanted, and doing nothing was the best thing to do in his opinion, besides the most pleasurable things in life like sex... Eating... Sleeping...
In any case, in the final exam, Rekkan surprised all. Somehow, he had acquired the needed level of experience and knowledge to pass and become a full-fledged Shinigami. He became a part of the 11th Division. Not the best of places to be because... Well... They did stuff... And this particular Shinigami didn't like to do stuff. However, changes happened, allowing the Shinigami to move to the Second Division and meet a Captain that helped him a lot, until he challenged said Captain for the title and beat him, becoming the Taicho.
Fighting Style: Rekkan focuses on using his first level agility to fight his opponents. He is someone to lounge at an enemy head on with a controlled yet advanced level of speed, using a quick feint move to distract his opponent as he shifts his body weight to quickly change directions. More than that, Rekkan aknowledges that there is more to fighting than only raw power and speed. He is one that is able to think through a situation and use an enemy's momentum to benefit his move and give him the upperhand in battle. A skilled swordsman, rare are the times that he visualizes things while fighting, although it's the fastest road to his "happiness".
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Rp Sample
The bitter cold of God's Tower penetrated the clothing of Yoshitoki Takimoto. Comforting...
With her wind chakra, Hakari had searched the building for possible threats, which was something that a shinobi could do with the greatest of simplicities. But to Takimoto's surprise, she found something there, another living being that had its mind set on stopping Tsukiakari's plans to search the tower for its secrets. The one further behind and to the left, the ninja first picked the form of the other life force with his eyes. A human, not taller than young Takimoto himself, appeared from a twisted form and revealed his figure. He took off his cloak, disappearing once again in that twisted manner. A Joker*, perhaps? The Yoshitoki's blank expression was shattered, letting out a very soft... Smile.
But before Takimoto allowed his instincts to take over, he studied the case thoroughly in a short amount of moments. It wouldn't take long for Mamoru to come up with an explanation for this, but he was not the only shinobi in Tsukiakari with an avid quality for thinking. What the young ninja saw was something that could only be seen in a lifetime and against a single foe. That soft smile... Being affected by the simplicity of an opponent that had abilities beyond the understanding of the simple folk... Grew wider. A gentle glitter arose in Takimoto's yellow eyes as he tilted them from side to side, studying the architecture of God's Tower. Apart from Amegakure no Sato's traditional building designs, the tower had large pipes around it. Mamoru mentioned the pipe's utilities before: there was supposed to be an easy transportation of water through them. That could be useful.
Apart from the pipes and the simple round-like architecture of the building, there was nothing much to look for. It was obvious that the base of the structure was more thoroughly lit than its ceiling, providing a greater advantage to who controlled higher ground. And as Mamoru and Korosu's assaults implied, the opponent that was being taken care of was hiding at the top. He was lurking in the shadows, able to use a high ranked Ninjutsu to bring trouble to Tsukiakari. Takimoto didn't want to linger his thoughts on a strategy or the situation, it was uncalled for. More than that, he would not like to make a decision on his own when his companions are thinking of something else.
Ninjutsu was not an option, Takimoto did not want to meddle with his chakra pool. It was not like as if he did not have chakra to spare, but if his companions were doing the work for him, why bother? "She's preparing herself to soon to enter that type of combat." Takimoto thought as his eyes glimpsed at the forms that were veilling Hakari's fist (left or right, idk o.o'). The Yoshitoki could guess that the enemy they were facing was not someone to enter a direct and close confrontation with his opponents. No, this guy would probably capitalize on his knowledge over God's Tower and use it against Tsukiakari, along with a good composition of Jutsu. He would have the upperhand at this particular moment of battle, but if the man - or woman - wanted to come out victorious, he needed to perform perfectly and execute everything nicely in order to push the group against a corner and eliminate them.
Although the numbers were not in the man's favor, it didn't take long for Takimoto to realize that, by the other ninja's little display of his transport powers, he was someone of quality. However, he was not in a state of awe and admiration. It had certainly been a long time since Yoshitoki Takimoto was pushed to even imagine such a thrilling fight, his blood boiling and rushing through every vein of his feeble human body. However, his soul remained unscathed from the dangers of emotions, retaining its complete purity and taking command over the weak structure of the young boy. The soul of a wolf... Howling at the mighty opponent that "fell" from the skies... It was not fear that consumed Takimoto at that time... To say it was a heightened sense of things would be lying as well. It was a desire, burning even more than the depths of Hell itself.
The Yoshitoki felt the warmth of the fire expelled from Korosu's mouth... Its expelling breath echoed through the young shinobi's ears as Mamoru planned his next move. From Hakari could only be seen a stare of patience. On the background played a gentle song, that of the rain falling, clashing against the metal and stone that formed Amegakure no Sato. A small drop entered the tower, somehow managing to surpass everything and fall on Takimoto's right cheek. The young man bent his knees... "The gaps..." He thought, rolling to the left and disappearing behind the pipes. The few inches that spread the pipes from the walls along with the length that separated one from the other were enough for Takimoto to seek shelter. He would twist and bend his body as the agile beast he was in order to climb God's Tower. With a versatile change of pace and directions, Takimoto would penetrate deeper into the penumbra of the higher levels of the tower, keeping his senses clear from trivial noises.
Protected by the pipes and the darkening path that settled upon him the higher he went...
Takimoto rushed towards the top!
[From a Naruto site if you guys don't mind o.o]
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
