Post by jimbureka on Dec 4, 2018 15:47:35 GMT -5
-Opening-
Discord Username: Sumi
Password 1: Sun Clap
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Sensory, Lost Sense
Affiliation: Free Quincy, Mercenary
Rank: No formal rank, so Rank 1
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-Basic Information-
Name: Jimen "Jim" Bureka
Age: 20
Birthday (Month/Day): 2/2
Blood Type: O
RP Sample (Optional):
Night falls on the outskirts of Karakura Town. A figure was moving fast above the rooftops, her swift footsteps and agile movement undetected on the metal or brick tiled roofs. Looking at her, it seemed like she had gone to a slaughterhouse as her clothing a size or two bigger than her were covered with blood splatters, even her mint tainted hair that stuck out from her hoodie had some red highlights on the ends. Her face, however, was calm and expressionless, as always, her green eyes reflecting against the moonlight beams that streamed down on her. She never seemed to break her pace in movement, however spotting a water tower a few more meters ahead, she focused her gaze on it, and after a moment of thought passed she headed towards it, her feet running faster, giving herself some speed.
The gap between the water tower and the rooftop she was a bit of a stretch, but that didn't seem to bother her. She continued with her direction, running and running towards the ledge, and the moment her foot stepped on there, she propelled herself through the air, and she was flying, her arms slightly raised and her hood coming off revealing her hair and face in full. As her body started to pull down, she was closing in on the distance with the water tower, and reaching out with her hand she grabbed for a railing, which she missed, but luckily her entire arm went through metal grills, throwing her body in a swing and slamming a bit from the impact. She let out a groan as her arms strained with the pressure of her weight, but she carefully hoisted herself up, grabbing on to the ledge and plopping on the cold grated stepping that surrounded the tower.
She looked down below her, and spotted an alleyway just across the water tower. Perfect path for a getaway. With that, she slowly made her way down the water tower, scaling down fast, her body moving like a parkour artist until her feet reached ground zero.
She quickly put her hoodie up and walked on, letting the darkness cover much of the evidence on her body. As she entered the alleyway however, she knew she was not alone.
Her initial response was that she did not notice the creep that spotted her, but she was very aware that he was starting to follow her. Seemed like the alleyway had some rundown pub, and this bloke stepped out just at the time she passed. He called her, which she of course didn't hear. Even then she would ignore him.
She was now alone, in an alleyway. Perfect prey, with her head lowered, her headphones on. Despite feigning ignorance, she was already looking at her surroundings, taking note of possible exits, walls to climb on and more paths to take to go into obscurity. But of course, the man didn't like being ignored, and began to tail her. She wasn't as tall as the creeps that she usually went up against, and especially this one that steadily made his way towards her, bidding his time, almost wanting her to notice him and react to his presence.
She wouldn't hear the heavy breathing or their gross catcalls, but she could smell their intoxicated breath and their body odor reeking due to lack of hygiene. She wondered if he was much of a threat as she initially thought they were. He seemed more like a low life scum than anything. Not something worth entertaining. Especially now that she was on the run.
But of course the sleazebag wanted some attention, and with alcohol coursing through them, anything felt possible, even taking a girl against her will. She felt hands starting to touch her as she absently adjusted her headphones. Her reflexes came as second nature, her mind clicking to gear fast as she fluidly crossed her arms, curling down and raising her one leg to give a hard back kick that hit squarely the groin. As the man crouched down clutching his jewels, Jim, steps ahead, shoves both elbows hard at her back and dashes towards the nearby trash can, one foot getting leverage and speed to put another foot on the alley wall, giving her enough momentum to twist her body and kick the man's face, making him twist his head violently to the side almost snapping.
Using her one foot, she stepped on the man's head, pressing on her weight hard for the man to groan. She wondered if she should kill him right then and there. Did he notice the bloodstains, the red on her hair and face?
Probably not. He was too drunk. Besides, she didn't want another body trail to lead any pursuers to her.
She needed to go. The drunk pervert got lucky. For now.
Without a word, she lifted her foot from the man's head and ran off, getting herself as far away as possible.
The gap between the water tower and the rooftop she was a bit of a stretch, but that didn't seem to bother her. She continued with her direction, running and running towards the ledge, and the moment her foot stepped on there, she propelled herself through the air, and she was flying, her arms slightly raised and her hood coming off revealing her hair and face in full. As her body started to pull down, she was closing in on the distance with the water tower, and reaching out with her hand she grabbed for a railing, which she missed, but luckily her entire arm went through metal grills, throwing her body in a swing and slamming a bit from the impact. She let out a groan as her arms strained with the pressure of her weight, but she carefully hoisted herself up, grabbing on to the ledge and plopping on the cold grated stepping that surrounded the tower.
She looked down below her, and spotted an alleyway just across the water tower. Perfect path for a getaway. With that, she slowly made her way down the water tower, scaling down fast, her body moving like a parkour artist until her feet reached ground zero.
She quickly put her hoodie up and walked on, letting the darkness cover much of the evidence on her body. As she entered the alleyway however, she knew she was not alone.
Her initial response was that she did not notice the creep that spotted her, but she was very aware that he was starting to follow her. Seemed like the alleyway had some rundown pub, and this bloke stepped out just at the time she passed. He called her, which she of course didn't hear. Even then she would ignore him.
She was now alone, in an alleyway. Perfect prey, with her head lowered, her headphones on. Despite feigning ignorance, she was already looking at her surroundings, taking note of possible exits, walls to climb on and more paths to take to go into obscurity. But of course, the man didn't like being ignored, and began to tail her. She wasn't as tall as the creeps that she usually went up against, and especially this one that steadily made his way towards her, bidding his time, almost wanting her to notice him and react to his presence.
She wouldn't hear the heavy breathing or their gross catcalls, but she could smell their intoxicated breath and their body odor reeking due to lack of hygiene. She wondered if he was much of a threat as she initially thought they were. He seemed more like a low life scum than anything. Not something worth entertaining. Especially now that she was on the run.
But of course the sleazebag wanted some attention, and with alcohol coursing through them, anything felt possible, even taking a girl against her will. She felt hands starting to touch her as she absently adjusted her headphones. Her reflexes came as second nature, her mind clicking to gear fast as she fluidly crossed her arms, curling down and raising her one leg to give a hard back kick that hit squarely the groin. As the man crouched down clutching his jewels, Jim, steps ahead, shoves both elbows hard at her back and dashes towards the nearby trash can, one foot getting leverage and speed to put another foot on the alley wall, giving her enough momentum to twist her body and kick the man's face, making him twist his head violently to the side almost snapping.
Using her one foot, she stepped on the man's head, pressing on her weight hard for the man to groan. She wondered if she should kill him right then and there. Did he notice the bloodstains, the red on her hair and face?
Probably not. He was too drunk. Besides, she didn't want another body trail to lead any pursuers to her.
She needed to go. The drunk pervert got lucky. For now.
Without a word, she lifted her foot from the man's head and ran off, getting herself as far away as possible.
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 5'3, 52 kilos
Physical Description: At overall first glance, her hair is the first thing you notice, which is basically a faded mint hair color that's left unkept by the owner. An odd asymmetrical cut is due to restlessness and her attempt at keeping it at a certain shortness on her own. Her eyes are a piercing green leaning on the blue, so some would say it's teal, others cyan, most blue green. Most often her gaze is elsewhere, on the ground, somewhere in a far off distance, it's almost as if she looks like she's not paying attention to anyone or her surroundings. Which, is exactly the opposite. However, even she can't deny the lost look she'd sometimes have, as she gets deep into her thoughts or if she's going through something she missed in her head.
She has the typical features of Japanese descent, which would've made her look like an average youngling had it not been her striking hair color and eyes. She's often assumed as a delinquent, a stereotype often frowned upon in conservative Japan. It's probably the overall appearance, from her odd haircut and color, covered face, all the way down to her grunged look and reclusiveness, giving her this vibe that she doesn't really get along with society at large. This often pisses her off when she's seen as some young punk kid down the block, as she is merely trying to blend in with the crowd and avoid standing out. She's a closet rebel, her distancing herself, creating a muted presence that borders on do-not-disturb.
She has an oval shaped face, her mouth often covered with either a kerchief or her high collar jacket. She often chews on her lips, leaving it at a constant state of raw fleshy pink. She is often found wearing different assortments of headphones which doesn't usually play music. It's more of a ruse for her to hide her disability. She was never one for pity, so she'd rather come off as someone blatantly ignoring people than being known to be deaf.
She has physical features of a skinny, gangly body like that of a teenage boy. She has a rather pale palette for her skin, with forearm sleeve tattoos which she hides with her long sleeved jackets. Whenever exposed, her tattoos look like kaleidoscopic patterns when you look at it in different angles. It's confusing, interesting, complex, just like her mind. Her arms are a bit long and a bit muscled-toned, due to long hours of practice with her fighting styles and Quincy bow.
She often wears baggy clothing, her signature Quincy uniform taking form underneath (a black tight suit that is a backless top-legging onesie with green undertones and highlights for lining) when in battle. She wears high cut sneakers, standard shoestring footwear and everything. You simply cannot get her to wear anything but her sneaks. She sports a knapsack or a Japanese satchel school bag for her treks and nomadic lifestyle, being a minimalist when it comes to carrying things with her. She also sports a fanny pack for her gintos, cash, and other important things. From time to time she puts on goggles of some sort, the fashion coming off some aviation steampunk cosplay, but it's actually standard issued goggles given to workers in the mine. She often puts this on, given that her Quincy abilities can create an awful lot of dust and dirt clouds in their wake, and out of habit would like to keep her visibility as much as possible.
Her voice is undeveloped, sounding rather prepubscent. She often hums or grunts, and when using words, it is often mispronounced due to the fact that her poor hearing at an earlier age made it difficult for her to know how to say words right. This is why she rarely speaks. But she understands tonal distinctions and facial expressions to determine the mood and temperament on people that try to converse with her or talk in general. She relies heavily on context clues, Japanese being her first language and English later on as she went to the school for the deaf and where she learned ASL. This is probably why oftentimes she's seen looking at people, "spacing out" but actually deciphering what is being said and how to respond without giving much of her disability away.
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-Personality-
Dislikes: Unwanted company or attention. She is often passive when she'd go on team missions or when she needs to work with someone if it's related to a job or hit. However, it's a different story when someone decides to stick around after. She is not in the mood for individuals who would pry on personal space, nor will she try to put the spotlight on herself and will loathe a situation where all eyes are on her. If she wants you around, you'd know. Being an introvert, she does not have the energy nor drive to entertain more guests than she should, or take part of a performance she never wanted to begin with.
Coercion/Blackmail. If there's one thing that would put you immediately on her black list it's making her do something she does not want to do. It's much worse if you make her feel like you got some dirt on her for her to do your bidding. She may end up doing what you want, but you better watch your back, as she'd be plotting your demise with a clean shot to the head. No seconds thoughts. No remorse.
Poor judgement calls. Think she's a highschool boy? Fine, she'd let that slide. But the moment you start assuming she's some punk with nothing to show for or some poor girl with a tragic backstory, there will be broken noses or bones. She doesn't give a damn who you are or what you do beyond what's needed or knowledge to equip herself with (especially dealing with questionable figures), but you start judging her on a personal level, you're never going to be on her good side. Also, if she knows something is a bad idea, but you still push for it, you're on your own pal. If she knows better, she is going to let someone die for poor decisions.
Headaches. Given her deafness, tinnitus can be a constant occurrence and headaches are unavoidable. She is not fond of it at all, which is why she tends to pack a bottle of analgesics and pain meds to keep the headaches at bay.
Broken shoes. Given her often times rough errands and missions, her shoes may not have a strong life span as she'd hope they would. Anyone that as much as makes damage on her sweet kicks will get a retaliation of some sort.
Sadistic tendencies. Want to hurt something or someone just because you want to? Not going to sit well with Jimmy. Nope. Not at all. She's going to stop you by any means necessary.
Likes: A good strong pair of sneakers. Her go-to comfort, she likes her high cuts sturdy as she goes through her routines and tasks.
Traveling. There's something about the open road, going to different places and sceneries that just hits the right spot in her soul. Her favorite spots tend to be mountain terrains and forests. Call it wanderlust, but to her there's nothing like freedom like being a nomad.
Honest connections. She can't hear people or engage in conversation like most folks, but there's something about a small stray cat approaching her as she idly waits in an alley or when the owner of a tea shop doesn't close to let her finish her tea. There's something to like when someone treats her like a person. She may not be able to show it much, but she appreciates the little things.
Cold tea. Milk tea, all kinds, most especially the Oolong tea. She's a sucker for it. Cold tea just warms her up.
The sense of normalcy. Inbetween missions, when she gets a chance to stay in bed the whole day doing nothing is a treat all in itself. She feels at ease when she can go do things normal people do on the daily, like go to the grocery mart, ride a train, visit a tea shop or music store (ironically). It makes her feel like she's just like everyone else, ordinary, not some mercenary that hunts for Hollows or whatever she's targeting at that time.
Photography. A picture paints a thousand words, they say. She often takes photos with her small digital camera. She never uploads them anywhere save her hard drive. She likes capturing a scene, a moment. Be it in her mind or with her camera.
Flaws:
Righting a wrong: Her experiences in life has made her bitter and angry of the world. She is unforgiving with those who tend to get away with crimes and aren't punished in some way. She believes in karma, but sometimes karma needs a catalyst. If she can right a wrong, she will.
Drug dependent: She is dependent on her pain medication for relief, not realizing that while she may have tinnitus, there is a more psychological effect with her headache, and she thinks taking meds would help the pain go away. This can affect her senses, especially with pain. If she gets injured, it may take a while for her to notice as she is numbed by the drugs.
Defensive: Whether if given pity or assuming a weakness, Jim immediately goes on the defense and puts her walls up, becoming withdrawn. She hates being underestimated or seen as weak, and bunkering down seems to be her go-to mechanism.
Socially inept: Her social skills need work. It's not because she's awkward, but more of... stiff. She takes a while to respond to a social interaction, because she may have missed it or unintentionally ignored it, or she tends to think of a good approach to the situation (almost always), and this tends to come off as cold or anti-social.
Fixated: She tends to stick to something, say a task or objective, until the bitter end and will not move forward until it is accomplished or seen through (a horrible thing especially if it's a lost battle or cause).
Existential crisis: She often questions her existence, why she is who she is or why she ended up in the life she chose. Because of this she has a macabre state of mind, leading her to not hesitate going through dangerous activities.
Habits:
Fingers and feet tapping. She does this often, as the vibrations help her ease herself at not being able to hear anything. She often taps on things to help her through acoustics to understand depth perception, density and thickness of the object she's tapping.
Putting on headphones. A ruse for her deaf disability, she puts them on to feign ignorance when someone is attempting to engage conversation or when she wants to be left alone.
Collecting post cards. She tends to get a post card to places she's been to. She also tends to send coded intel via post cards.
Cat naps. Given her restless nature, she tends to sleep for about 1-2 hours (4 on a good day). She splits up her sleep on travels inbetween places or during transitions of activity. She is a light sleeper, making any sort of disturbance stir her awake.
Meditation. She always makes time to meditate at night or in the early hours of the morning. She never misses a session to meditate.
Sparring. She continues to train herself in random out-of-the-way places to keep her skills in tune and checked (she doesn't want to lose her touch).
"Normifying". She goes about her day doing some common normal people routines (groceries, commute, tea shop). She enjoys taking time doing mundane activities that give her a sense of normalcy.
Lip chewing. She tends to chew on her bottom lip, leaving it in a constant color of raw fleshy pink.
Lip reading. She observes individuals and passively watch conversations. This is how she gets most intel or pick up cues on how to respond to people without exposing her deafness.
Gestures. She tends to simply nod, shrug her shoulders and make hand gestures to get her message across.
Sign language. She knows it, but only uses it on fellow deaf individuals or those she trusts enough to tell about her disability.
Fears:
Losing touch of herself. After the loss of her hearing, she fears that one day she'd eventually lose herself. The essence of her. Which is why when she starts questioning her existence or feeling numb it puts her in a downward spiral of intense stress.
Failure. If she doesn't meet an objective, or finish her task, she loses it. This makes her more paranoid if she'll even be good enough for the job and fearful to even try. This is crippling for her so before she gets into anything she has to make sure of the winning conditions and the chances of success.
Attachment. She fears those she makes connections with, that she might do something to lose that connection or worse, have those connections be used against her. She fears getting too close to anyone.
Being buried alive. Given the events of her childhood of being caved in mine shafts, she dreads being engulfed or trapped inside the earth. Visiting caves or entering natural crevices leading underground is something she avoids for as much as she is able to.
Goals:
Find the true meaning of her existence. Is she meant to do good? Take matters into her own hands? Destroy the world she despises or rebuild it? That is what she's trying to figure out. Tune in for more on her next episodes.
Explore everything. She aims to go to every place in the world before she can finally take her eternal rest. There are places to see, sights to discover, and she feels it wouldn't feel right to just leave this world without seeing all the diamonds in the rough. Given her dark abhorrent view on the world that may not change, it still won't stop her from wanting to travel.
Take out injustices, one job at a time. She knows there's just too much evil in the world for her to make a difference, but if she can take out the trash every now and then, cleanup wouldn't be so bad on a small scale. Ripple effect, perhaps.
Enjoy the little things. Life can be bittersweet if you allow it to be. Despite her cynicism, she still would like her cold tea served and stray cats fed and that train ride to God knows where. Happiness is fleeting, might as well enjoy it while it's there.
Alignment: Lawful neutral.
Overall Personality: Being a Bureka gave her a strong sense of pride and honor. Having been raised in an authoritarian household however made Jim resent restrictions and fear failure, especially in her younger years (to be discussed in history section).
Reserved, she often has a wait-and-see approach to most things, which allows her to adjust her actions or reactions in a single heartbeat. She understands there is an order to things, and must be followed no matter what. She has a fatalistic mindset, believing that fate is the force controlling the universe and there are just some things that cannot change, like one's past. However she wonders that while one cannot "change" the path they tread, perhaps there is a way to redirect it somehow, or merge with other paths.
While she tends to be tolerant of traditions and laws of any group she is a part of, she will not accept that individuals must sacrifice their ideals and follow laws for the good of the whole or to be part of said group. She hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. She's basically a non-conformist.
Given her difficulties in communication and having emotionally stunted father figures all her life, she oftentimes struggles with her relations with others. She is emotionally stunted as well, sometimes even having emotional shutdowns when stressed or overwhelmed. She is hesitant to approach and seek for help, and distances herself for fear that she may be a burden to others. However, she can be loyal and affectionate to those that are patient in letting her slowly warm up to them, as evident with her relations to her Quincy mentor and school teachers. She knows she wants to make friends and connections, but she's often unsure on how to go about this.
Jim is also what people call a tomboy, her general presentation of herself leaning on androgyny. It's more comfortable for her to be "dude-ish", acting more masculine than feminine. The standards of women in Japanese culture have changed overtime, but where she lived, women where often seen as those that stay in the house and do what is asked of them by the patriarchs. Her father may have treated her like a boy and implied that she work with her brothers in the mines at the right time, but she was still seen as someone who would look after the family home. This helped shaped her preferences to more masculine roles.
She also has a strong cynical view of the world, believing those individuals enforcing the laws of the land are too lazy or uncaring to effectively punish evildoers, or that their hands are tied by the law. She feels obligated to serve as both judge and punisher for those who deserve it. For her, justice must be delivered in some form, but makes sure it's of the right timing and place to exact vengeance, as she believes in karma as well.
Beyond all this, she is a rather carefree soul that follows her own whims and pleasures, harming no one unless her personal sense of justice is inflamed. She tries to follow her personal code of establishing a sense of normal in a world full of abnormalities and extremes.
Jim is a certified introvert, focused more on the internal machinations of her mind and understanding her feelings and sense of existence. This often makes her misunderstood, often assumed as cold, quiet, unsociable, sometimes shy. Her need for solitude or distancing from a crowd comes off as anti-social, but it's more of preference than anything else. She has difficulty expressing herself, but has self-awareness to her surroundings and tries to adjust and make up for it in some way through small acts of service. She understands she lacks many things: her sense of hearing, understanding common social norms or how to normally react in most situations, which makes her overanalyze on how to present herself "normally". She feels the need to not burden others with her shortcomings, which is why as much as possible she works to prove herself to be independent, not needing much help, as well as being a reliable ally.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style: Jim rarely puts up a fight, and has a threshold when a trigger has been set off. However, it does take a particular kind of button to have her give the first hit (and usually that person deserves it for picking on a deaf girl that is already keeping her distance). She's a reactive type of fighter. She merely responds to a stimuli, and if it's a negative one she responds in kind. This is her way of asserting herself and make people understand that she is not one to be taken lightly, and usually only does few short bursts of powerful moves to emphasize the shock value of her hitting hard, and minimize the effort of having to beat someone up. While her style of fighting may be loosely of street fighting, her core style stems from a martial art her grandfather practiced and something she observed as a child under his custody, to which she went on to master in her later years.
Baji Quan was originally called bazi quan (巴子拳 or 鈀子拳) or "rake fist" because the fists, held loosely and slightly open, are used to strike downwards in a rake-like fashion. The name was considered to be rather crude in its native tongue, so it was changed to baji quan. The term baji comes from the Chinese classic, the Yijing (I-Ching), and signifies an "extension of all directions". In this case, it means "including everything" or "the universe". This often reflects her philosophy and mindset that the universe is connected somehow, and her actions are guided by this unseen force that moves around us.
Using the Baji Quan fighting style, it aims to open the opponent's arms forcibly and mount attacks at high, mid, and low levels of the body. It is most useful in close combat, as it focuses on elbow, knee, shoulder and hip strikes. When blocking an attack or nearing an opponent, baji quan techniques emphasize striking major points of vulnerability, namely the thorax (trunk of the body), legs and neck. This is Jim's preferred method of attacks. These striking techniques are rooted on traditional beliefs which state that all parts of the body are connected, either physically or spiritually.
Here are some moves Jim frequently uses:
Ding 頂: using the fist, elbow or shoulder to push forward and upward.
Bao 抱: putting arms together as if hugging someone. It is usually followed by Pi 劈 (splitting).
Ti 提: elevating the knee to hit the thigh of the opponent, or elevating the foot to hit the shin of the opponent, etc.
Dan 單: using a single move.
Kua 胯: using the hip.
Chan 纏: entanglement with rotation around the wrist, elbow and shoulder.
Beyond the close combat short bursts in Baji Quan, much can be said with Jim's style when using her Quincy abilities. As her preference to close quarters combat being more of a reactionary statement to personal sentiments, her Quincy fighting style is more carefully executed and professional. Her weapon is rather unorthodox to most bows, given that first and foremost it is a bowgun. But this complements her, as it aims to hit hard and fast but effectively not encumber her due to her rather mobile feats on field. Her neutrality is reflected in battle with her tendency to dodge and move around instead of attacking head on. She would often spend time observing her target on the first few turns, gauging the capabilities and spot for cracks she can slip into. She aims to find shortcomings and exploit it to her advantage, and hits it where it hurts, and only when necessary. She often maims but never kills (unless you're a Hollow or a criminal who has not been served justice). She works to keep her distance as much as possible. She rarely wants to go close combat on a job unless forced by the enemy, as she believes hitting with unarmed strikes is more for personal violations than actual work.
So close quarters if you wanna get personal, and kiting, mobility, hitting only if needed when working or on a professional interaction (missions, bounty hunting).
Bow Release Overall Theme: Tremors, Quakes. Vibrations are key points for her to "sense" given her lack of hearing. Detection and destruction are her main abilities with her bow release.
Bow Release Properties:
Class 6 Form Property - Koudo Kurakku (Earth Crack)
Her bow materializes as a light bowgun. It resembles that of an overlarged sniper rifle with a shortbow at the end of the shaft. The weapon looks as if it's made entirely of aged wood, with prominent tree cracks on its sides, however its density is that of ironwood (wood with the density of metal). It is a two-handed weapon, but allows the user to rapidly reposition and dodge incoming attacks despite the size.
Class 5 Firing Property - Bakuchiku (Fire Cracker)
Her bolts act like delayed shotgun shells. When fired in a direct line, she can have the bolt explode at any distance from 15-60 feet into fragments. The fragments, while still in the air, reverberate, rippling to a max of 10 feet radius, as the shards also go in different directions of 20 feet from the area of explosion. This creates a flash bang firecracker effect where the bolt explodes.
Class 4 Power Property - Anaboko Doriru (Drill a Hole)
The bolts shot from Koudo Kurakku form huge drills that may be used for burrowing into the earth. This requires tremendous concentration and focus.
Getting the first bolt in creates tremors for Jim to "detect" movement (the vibrations helping her tactile sensories to detect physical forms better in her area, whether standing or moving) The solid surfaces act as resonators of vibrations, soundboards that continuously bounce back to Jim, who feels the vibrations.
The second bolt, especially distanced from the first bolt would create a huge crack of the ground equal to the distance between the two bolts to which the target may fall into.
The third drill, a total of 3 drill bolts in would create an intense seismic activity, starting with intense quakes that break the ground where the drills burrowed and create these cracked blocks of earth to be thrusted upwards in the area enclosed to the 3 drills (preferably shot in a triangulated area for this to take effect). The pressure from the quake would force the target to be thrown upwards.
Drawback: Should Jim shoot three bolts at the same hole or the proximity being less than 5 feet, this creates a massive crater and pulls anything within 60 feet with a reiatsu, even the wielder of the bow towards it like a sinkhole. This is a dangerous maneuver that devours the earth in itself, and if caught can trap people in a strong engulfing sinkhole.
Class 3 Mass Property - Yuri-Yure (Shake-Shake)
A fired bolt hits a surface causing a small tremor around it. Everything that’s shaken not including flat surfaces such as walls, ground or ceiling releases another materialized bolt (about a max of 20 pieces the size of toothpicks, 10 more if room has a lot of objects and 10 less if limited) from the vibrations that randomly shoot in all directions. This is a makeshift hornet's nest.
Class 2 Heart Property - Jimen ni Mimi (Ear to Ground)
Jimen has a transparent aura lined around her as she gains the ability to "hear", in a sense feel all vibrations around her. This gives her heightened sense of anything that moves or creates a vibration: heartbeat, movement, even speaking. This form allows her to be one with the vibrations, becoming a blur and difficult to target. Making contact with her when she is in this activated form causes them to vibrate uncontrollably, feeling all the tremors and vibrations she is sensing. This can cause sensory overload to both Jim and the person who made contact with her.
Class 1 Soul Property - Ketsuretsu (Disruption)
Slightly similar to her Jimen ni Mimi, only this this time she absorbs all the vibrations and tremors around her within a 100 feet radius, and this creates a tremor-based force field all over her body, encasing her in glass-like layers that form into thick armor. All forms of Reiatsu attacks get disrupted when in 10 feet range of her, with the Reiatsu Energy turning into tremors and vibrations that is continually absorbed and added to the glassy tremor armor. Depending on the reiatsu strength this can thicken the force field. Jimen must pay 50% of the attack's cost to focus the vibrations and disrupt it fully and absorb the attack into her force field. The force field exponentially increases with the disrupted reiatsu attack and stacks on to her defensive stat temporarily until her ability is turned off. If she is only able to pay 25% of the attack cost, half of the attack damage goes through and only 25% of the attack cost is converted into the force field and added to her defense stat. The force field armor can expand by 10 feet per post, as it interacts with the surrounding area that creates any type of vibration to becoming fuel to the disruptive tremor force field. However, a melee attack with no aid of Reiatsu can cut through the barrier and damage her. To by-pass the barrier, a 25% superiority is required.
Additional Tools or Techniques:
Technique Name: Wolke (Cloud)
Class: 5
Technique Type: Quincy Ginto
Usable By: Quincy (All)
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
Another simple technique among Ginto abilities, Wolke is meant to be a simple explosion of force radiating around a Ginto tube once it is triggered, almost like a grenade in tube form. The explosion is roughly twenty feet in diameter, and explodes outwards with a force equal to the user's Reiatsu Strength.
However one can use this technique instead to create a large blast, which cushions the impact of a fall with the Reiryoku contained inside of the Gintō. (how Jim uses this technique)
How to use technique:
Uncap the Ginto Tube and speak the incantation before throwing the tube at the destination of choice, causing it to explode anywhere from one to five seconds later depending on the user's choice.
Technique Drawbacks:
Aside from cost, this technique has a somewhat limited range, and is best utilized as a surprise technique as opposed to a constant offense.
Incantation and Effect:
“Tilt the goblet to the west; Wolke!” As for all Ginto, the incantation is necessary to prime the tube for the specific spell.
Technique Name: Heizen (Heat)
Class: 4
Technique Type: Quincy Ginto
Usable By: Quincy (All)
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
Heizen is a simple Ginto technique, a basic technique for practitioners among Quincy. By taking one of their silver Ginto tubes and opening it, as well as stating the incantation, the user releases a beam of spiritual energy in a straight line. The attack is roughly a square foot in size, and slices through anything it hits with the power of the user's Reiatsu Strength behind it as though it were a blade. It travels for up to two hundred feet before fading out.
How to use technique (How is it activated?):
Uncap the Ginto Tube and speak the incantation before pointing the open end at the target, releasing the beam.
Technique Drawbacks
Aside from Reiatsu cost, this is a straight-line technique, and can be avoided by predicting the use of the technique from the angle of the tube.
Incantation and Effect:
“Feel the wrath of battle and accept this sacred chalice; Heizen!” As for all Ginto, the incantation is necessary to prime the tube for the specific spell.
Technique Name: Schlagen (Beat)
Class: 4
Technique Type: Quincy Technique
Usable By: Free Quincy Only
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
Drawing in Reiatsu similar in nature to the Blut technique executed by Vandenreich Quincy, the user coats their skin in a layer of spiritual energy that is primed to trigger upon physical contact by another person without discrimination between friend or foe. When contact is made, a pulse of Reiatsu explodes outwards, shoving the offender backwards with a force equal to half of the user's Reiatsu Strength. Possessing superior offensive stat will allow one to make contact and suppress the pulse of Reiatsu, preventing it from knocking them away.
How to use technique:
Draw Reiatsu into the skin, priming it to erupt outwards on contact.
Technique Drawbacks
This technique costs 150 Reiatsu to activate, and 100 Reiatsu per post to maintain, but can only be maintained for up to five posts or five contacts, whichever comes first. Each time this technique is used in a single thread without an extended rest period, it creates a larger strain on the body; on the second use, the body's muscles will ache slightly, as though tired from exertion. On the third use, they will begin to hurt severely, starting to tear wherever contact is made, and on the fourth, they will completely tear in the area touched, and bones will begin to fracture in that area. Finally, on the fifth or beyond, the bones will actually shatter if the effect is triggered. Finally, this technique does not stop attacks; though it repulses those who touch the user, the effects of their touch still applies, such as a punch still leaving its impact on the user.
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-History-
Birthplace: Kagamino City
Current Residence: Naruki Town outskirts (she moves around a lot, so you may spot her in Karakura Town as well)
Memorable Figures: Patriarchs of the Bureka Family: Her father and grandfather. Also, a known Quincy Master (to be named).
History: She was a love child of a one night stand, and her rather young mother, having no means to raise a child, offered her up to the father who took the child in out of obligation. Jim was a weak child, her body underdeveloped as she was born prematurely, and was found with a hearing defect, not totally deaf but there was a strong chance of permanent deafness developing in the later years. The Burekas was a household ruled by an iron fist; there was routine and tradition to be followed, and you will be punished for not following the rules to the letter. Her father ran a local mine in Kagamino, but despite the absence due to his long hours at work his authority was still felt, making you hope he did not see anything wrong when he comes home. The father had two sons, and his first wife already left him after finding out about his affair. Jim was treated no different from the boys, and was given the tough love treatment from her father. Though there seemed to be higher expectations from her, as she was often scrutinized with her behavior and her weakness of her poor hearing. At 7 years old she was already given tasks to maintain the household, often made to take care of the house while her brothers who were much older than her went to help their father.
She was ridiculed for her problems in speech, affected by her hearing defect, which forced her to keep to herself and not speak to anyone. When she was 11, her father brought her to the mines, showing the future she would have as she grew older. Just then, Karakura town was invaded by the infamous Aizen, to which the spiritual pressure was so intense that Kagamino, a city 22 miles away, trembled at the power and had its Hollows crushed under the sheer intensity of it. The mine was not spared of this either, as it caved in, with Jim, her father, and her brothers getting swallowed by the earth.
It was there were she lost her hearing completely due to the impact of the falling rocks and the explosions that erupted in the caved-in mine. Being small, she crawled her way out, and was eventually found by rescuers who began a search in the fallen Bureka mines.
Her brothers and father were not spared. She was orphaned, and now deaf. Her grandfather on her father's side took her in, another emotionally stumped figure who did not properly console the young Jim with her loss. For 4 years Jim lived with her grandfather who practiced Bajiquan in his spare time, who after selling the arrears of the family mine sent her to a school for the deaf, to which Jim, for the first time in years was met with affection from her fellow deaf peers and instructors. It took her awhile to warm up, but she eventually made some friends in the school.
Sadly tragedy struck once more with Jim, as one of her beloved teachers was consumed by a Hollow right before Jim's very eyes. She has seen those monsters as a child and assumed they were manifestations of her nightmares, but then realized they were not in her head, and they were real. Loss, horror, and rage brewed inside of her, and that was when her first manifestation of Quincy powers appeared, as the ground shook and the earth cracked open, to which the Hollow fell into and was consumed by the earth.
Jim fell to the ground unconscious, and apparently there was a Quincy in the area that detected her spiritual pressure, and helped finish off the Hollow when it returned.
When Jim woke up, the stranger was still there, and spoke to her. She did not hear him but read his lips. The man commented on her Quincy powers, not knowing what it meant at that time. But the man was amused to find a deaf kid to have that kind of ability, and when Jim didn't respond, offered to bring her home, but was open to find him in the Kagamino forest if ever she felt like knowing more about her abilities.
Jim returned late that morning with her grandfather livid for coming home this late. The grandfather had a similar temper as her father. Jim had a headache and was not in the mood to read an old man's lips. She however was grabbed by the face and shoved to the ground, and was demanded to explain herself, to which she shoved the old man away, and went up her room to collect her things.
She never returned.
And for 4 years she trained with a man she barely knew and called himself a Quincy. He was a mercenary of sorts as well. This was another man with the tough guy temperament just like her father and grandfather, but seemed more intent to have her learn to fight and defend herself. She followed him wherever he went, and developed a routine of intense training for her abilities. It wasn't long before she was tagged along in some missions with the Quincy. After a first few missions, she did well, keeping her ground and being an asset to the team with her detection skills. However one mission almost cost the life of her mentor, given that a horde of Hollows ambushed them, and her desire to destroy them made her ignore the cues provided to her by her mentor. They were overpowered and Shinigamis had to intervene, and Jim was forced to drag a barely alive master Quincy into the Mercenary barracks. She had failed him, and in her remorse, went off on her own. She now continues to take on small missions and attempts to assimilate a normal life with the places she stays in, continuing her pursue of the meaning of her existence. [/ul][/font]
