Iro Kuchiki [Zero Division Intermediary Member]

[Iro Kuchiki]

Speaking color: Brown
Thinking color: tan

-Opening-

Password 1: [Fan Tucking Fastic]

Password 2: [Motorcycles]

Type: [Genius]

Squad: [0]

Rank: [ZEI]

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-Basic Information-

Name: [Iro Kuchiki]

Age of Death: [Born in Soul Society]

Real Age/Age of Appearance: [582/37]

Birthday (Month/Day): [11/8]

Blood Type: [A-]

RP Sample (Optional): [See all threads pertaining to Kyomei Kuchiki and Lax Paral]

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-Appearance-

Height/Weight: [6’2/163]

Physical Description: [At first glance, Iro does not appear to be a member of the nobility. Whereas the average nobility is softened by a pampered lifestyle, Iro is far from pampered in the least. Whereas most nobles are more pale skinned from a life lived indoors, Iro has a much more tanned color to his skin, and is skin is much more rugged from physical labor, unlike the smooth skinned nobles. His hands are rough from having many calluses due to holding and using farm tools for years. However, like nobility, Iro does keep careful care of his fingernails, keeping them trimmed and smooth, becoming a sharp contrast to his rough and torn hands. Looking beyond his rough skin and tanned complection, his nobility is much more visible.

Iro does work very hard to keep his appearance very well kept. In the world of politics, one’s appearance is your first impression, and your first impression can be the only thing between being successful and being a failure in the dog eat dog world. Being a militarily inclined man, he usually dresses in his Shinigami uniform, with the sleeves removed to highlight his buff physique, keeping it very clean and tidy when he will be in public. On the battlefield, all Hell could be unleashed on his uniform, and with his release it probably will, so he doesn’t care as much about his appearance. However, in a formal setting, he’s much cleaner and more reserved, forsaking his uniform for a much more sophisticated outfit.

In a formal setting, his military uniform is often not appropriate, thus he chooses clothing with a bit more class, as is typical of nobility. His favored garb is a pinstripe black suit not unlike those of the mid to late 1900s in the Land of the Living. In his suit pocket he usually carries a white handkerchief, purely for show, as well as a white rose, for reasons of his own. Underneath the jacket he wears a dress shirt and a simple black tie. The favorite piece of his to the formal outfit he wears is the pinstripe black fedora that he wears to compliment the suit and provide it with that extra oomph in style. The simple black dress shoes finish the formal wear nicely.

Whether he’s on the battlefield or in the ballroom, one thing generally remains constant. Iro likes to keep his face clean and his hair under control. His short black hair is slicked back and kept in place with a bit of gel, giving his hair a glossy shine to it. His eyes are a very light green color with flecks of brown throughout their entirety, a very curious and unique mixture of the colors. At a distance, the green and the brown blend together into one unique hue if one stands at least two feet away. The defining characteristic of his face is the jagged scar that stretches down his forehead and narrowly between his right eye and the bridge of his nose, the scar passing the corner of his mouth and disappearing off of the side of his face at the chin.

Iro’s reiatsu is quite unique, as it is tainted by the Land of the Living. If he is holding back his Spiritual Pressure, it isn’t visible, but when he exerts it the show really begins. It is a dark, cloudy reiatsu that pours off of his body and pools around his feet like an eerie mist. It creeps along the ground and coats it in a black, chalky like substance as it passes. When he is exerting his reiatsu, he almost appears as though he has just gotten out of a shower, as his hair seems wet and his body seems to be polished as with soap and water. To be honest, his reiatsu no longer appears very noble due to his long absence from the Soul Society, however as he is not, and will never be, the Head of the Kuchiki, he isn’t worried about how he looks in that regard.

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-Personality-

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Alignment: [Passive Good]

Overall Personality: [Iro, at first glance, is a generally reserved soul. He doesn’t like to make waves, and prefers peace to conflict. He generally keeps to himself, reading or training, avoiding others when possible. This is mostly due to his long absence from the Soul Society, he just doesn’t feel a part of that world any more. In the presence of Spiritually aware humans, he feels much more at home and is more willing to open up and expose who he is. When people look at him, they generally see a closed book, giving up little of the minor, day to day emotions. He just goes about his day like there was nothing on his mind, nothing affecting him at all.

In actuality, Iro does get very passionate about things that are important to him, such as the defense of his new home and his cooking. He could drone on for hours about recipes and techniques to people who are willing to listen, or even to himself if there is no one around to talk to. He loves a good book, and would be more than willing to discuss literature with others, especially his well-read family member Hokori. When it comes to most people, however, he would be described as calm and even boring sometimes. When he finds something that he is passionate about, he doesn’t jump up and down, he doesn’t get overly excited, he doesn’t go around and bug people with his discovery. Instead, he brings it up with others that he knows would have a pleasant conversation about it.

The reason for his boring demeanor is that in the Soul Society he has less of an interest in things. To him, the colors are less bright, the air is more bland, the food near tasteless. To him it as if his entire world was reduced to but a mere shade of what it was, and he is the only one who knows any different. Few Shinigami have memories of their lives in the Land of the Living, and Iro has a full and complete memory of having a physical body that never experienced death. Restoring himself to his Spiritual body has caused emotions that he once felt so strongly to be completely dulled now. Just as the Soul Society is a shade of what life was for him, so too is he a shadow of what he once was.

Like most people, at least the ones who aren’t emotionless husks, Iro can still get worked up about things. There are certain things that make him tick, and when he starts to get angered is when his former self comes out, the one that earned him a stay in prison. Especially when innocents are threatened, Iro becomes very irritable and not afraid to use deadly force. A scowl generally overtakes his face and he tends to clench and flex his hands and tilt his chin up and to the left as he quivers with anger. This is not, generally, a good time to be on the receiving end of anything from him, because he tends to be sharp with his subordinates, impatient with superiors, and wrathful against his enemies. What tends to calm him down is the termination of the source of his irritation, memories of his lost love, or a very calm voice of reason, though the last of which tends to be the least effective.

Iro’s family is definitely very varied and conflicted, especially with the recent non-noble additions to the family. There is no avoiding contact with the family and adopted family, Iro living in the Mansion, so he obviously has opinions of them and treats them all differently, to a varying degree. Iro has a huge respect for Sozen and his strength, and has no desire in the least to even attempt to subvert him. Sozen and his power over Red is not to be trifled with, and Iro has no problem in letting his desires fall by the wayside to Sozen’s commands and needs. If Sozen tells Iro to do it, he will do it to the best of his ability without fail. However, Iro is also very jealous of Sozen and his fiancé.

Having lost his own fiancé to the horrors of organized crime, Sozen and his public feelings for his fiancé cuts him deeply to the heart. It brings back painful memories to witness the two together, so Iro generally will try and avoid the couple if possible. If he is forced to be around them, he will be quiet and only talk if coerced into conversation. Generally in times like this, he is lost in a film reel like portrayal of his happiest memories, soon leading to the darkest memories anyone can possess. If forced into conversation, his answers will be short and to the point, and if his film reel of memories is in the dark moments, he just plain will be impossible to force into conversation. In reality, any overly public couple near Iro’s age of appearance will produce the same psychological effect, but Sozen and his fiancé is the closest couple to Iro that will do such a thing.

Hokori Kuchiki is quite different from Sozen, in that he is younger than Iro and Iro never got to know him fully before he found himself lost in the Land of the Living. However, coming back to the Soul Society, Iro has attempted to get to know his very secluded family member. Iro likes to try and make conversation with the man, especially about good literature from all over, a personal interest that they both share. However, there are certain qualities to Hokori that Iro does not like at all, and will cause Iro to simply exit from his presence. Hokori is very arrogant, and treats those who are not Blooded Kuchiki with extreme contempt. Iro does not approve of this, and at times will go out of his way to stick up for the adopted Kuchiki, who he feels have earned the honor to be known as Kuchiki by their strength of body and mind, in some of their cases.

[Iro Kuchiki]

-Powers-

Fighting Style: When Iro fights, he fights to win. Usually he is protecting something, be it an innocent, his home, or his honor. He has considerable speed with which to fight, though his strength is fairly average, allowing him to rain down many blows but not the heaviest of blows in comparison to those who resemble behemoths. Although he dislikes short fights, that dislike stems from his dislike of weak opponents. If his opponent is weak then they will fall fast and he will not be satisfied with the battle, but it will be over all the same. With his level of speed his body blurs as it moves, causing him to be able to strike without warning against those who are underdeveloped mentally or in their senses. His own senses are developed to the point where he can track enemies that are moving at speeds upwards of 2000 in stat amount, and his instinct is honed to the point nearing that of a wild animal and can react accordingly to outside stimuli.

Iro is a special master of swords, surpassing most swordsman in existence. From his extensive training he knows exactly how the muscles in the arms move during all types of sword attacks, and he is able to apply the correct pressure to instantly stop an opponent’s blade or even disarm opponents that have twice his strength by pushing in the right places. He also is aware of the same disarming tactics and has mastered the muscle movements required to cushion blows to prevent disarmament entirely. Parrying his blade is ineffective as he can tilt his wrist to let the opponent’s blade slide off of his and have his own blade snap forwards to cut into their exposed flesh. One of Iro’s unique talents in accordance with his swordsmanship is his knack for intercepting bullets. In the Land of the Living, he witnessed the rise of the gunpowder age and saw the fall of the age of the sword, though he firmly held on to his own ways. Using his blade, he can position it to either stop a bullet with the flat of the blade, or cut the bullet in half with the edge, the pieces of the bullet directing to either side of him.

With his utter mastery of swords, Iro is also a master of the Kuchiki Arts of the Rosenblade and the Lilyblade. He knows both the guarding and blood aspect of the Rosenblade, as well as both aspects of the Lilyblade. The guarding aspect of the Rosenblade is the most common for him to use, because it does not necessarily require one to have a source of liquid around them. However, in the event that he or his enemy is cut, he can and will use that blood to cause more destruction with blades. In actuality, Iro more often uses the form of the Lilyblade to create blades, whether the liquid be blood or water, due to the fact that he can make the blades hover in the air temporarily, whereas the Rosenblade has a greatly reduced amount of time that it can exist. The most common usage of the Lilyblade is to pen an opponent in for a few seconds in order to deliver a deadly blow.

As a talented Acrobat, being a master of midair stunts, flexibility, and unpredictability, Iro is a master of the Kuchiki Art of the Floating Rose. With his considerable speed and skill, it is impossible to land a blunt attack, and extremely difficult to land a cutting attack. The only way that someone can overcome his speed and land a cutting attack to his head or torso is if he has less than three quarters their speed and that is assuming that he stands still and lets their blade touch him. His acrobatics not only allow him to have an expert defense, but he can easily turn that defense into an offensive attack, rotating his body to strike out with the combined speeds of himself and his opponent. The Floating Rose is not the only way he can use his acrobatics, him being able to perform all sorts of flips, cartwheels, and put on a side show as a contortionist in his spare time. As a contortionist, few bindings can hold him for long as he can simply bend his way out of them.

Iro is a talented fighter without his release, so for him to release is actually quite fun for him as it means he has an opponent worth full strength fighting. Although his Shikai is limited in comparison to his Bankai, it is not weak in the slightest. Being so durable, his coated arms are easily able to deflect sword strikes, redirect Kidou, and even stop some Cero. The pointed tips of his fingers and elbows make great places with which to slash and inflict painful wounds, or stab and hit extremely vital organs. Iro prefers to slash with his hands, but he is not above stabbing with them. His pride and joy in his power is the ability to create whatever he needs. Often that is a sword or two, but one of his favorite objects can be quite the handful to handle.

As his objects extend from his body and can be manipulated with his mind, one of the main objects that he creates is a second or third pair of arms. These arms, and any object that he creates, can be stretched and compressed as long as they maintain the same total volume of space. Because of this, he can actually increase his fighting ability by creating an extra set of limbs equipped with a sword or two, arms that can stretch to strike out farther and can move even faster than he is able to normally, at times. Unfortunately, it is quite awkward to try and fit an extra set of legs on one’s body, so usually he doesn't even try, however it isn't impossible to turn himself into a centaur with his ability if he has enough remaining Carbon to work with. Beyond the complicated objects, sometimes simple objects are the most effective in combat. One tactic that is especially destructive to slow enemies is to send very thin, very long wires out to the sides and above his enemies, then send a long spike forwards to try and impale them. If they are too slow, they may be impaled instantly, and if they try to dodge to the sides or above, they’ll be severed in half.

With his utter mastery of Analysis, Iro is able to look at things in which few people are. He can see emerging patterns as if it were clearly explained to him, which can help him discover new ways of dealing with problems as they arise. From very little observation at all he can understand how someone fights, and often guess at why they do the things that they do. In his release this is very helpful, as he can create any object that he needs to fit a certain situation. If his opponent lacks reach, a bladed pike might be better for the situation, or if the opponent has incredible reach but little maneuverability, a barrage of darts might be best. With his more than decent knowledge of weapons, he is able to easily make these objects to a point where they are not crude, but well balanced and efficient. In addition to knowing about melee weapons, one of his greatest sources of weaponry knowledge is the time he spent in both world wars.

In the World Wars, Iro learned a lot about weapons of the firearm kind. He knows how to wield one just as most people do, and his instincts allow him to be a good shot, but he’s not above average in that regard. His proficiency at Calm Mind, however, helps him to maintain balance and not have his shot thrown off by outside stimuli. However, beyond that, his time in the Second World War spent in the supply depots really provided him with a good understanding of how firearms are constructed and work. He has the ability to translate this knowledge to his release, knowing how to construct handguns, rifles, or even chain guns if he felt like it. The secret to avoiding gunpowder is making shells that have highly compressed carbon springs in them. These springs allow Iro to create bullets at 1 Carbon a piece, then fire them at speeds of his reiatsu strength because of the compression of the springs pushing them forwards. If he does make a gun, it can’t fire more than fifteen rounds in a post without becoming inoperable. Mortars/Canons are also able to be made with this tactic, but the larger shells require 5 Carbon to make.

In his Bankai state, Iro is a walking tank. Because of his entire body being coated in the tough Carbon material, few attacks can pierce him except by incredible reiatsu strength. Naturally, at this point Iro should know whether or not the enemies possess reiatsu strength strong enough to pierce him, and would be more careful if he knew it to be so. If he knows that his armor cannot be cut, he is much more willing to fight with less caution, preferring to storm through the battlefield. The forest that sprouts up limits the space in which to fight, which can help or hinder him and his opponents. Because all of the trees are made of diamond, he’s able to use them in his Bankai state in order to create objects, like a tripwire suddenly springing between two trees, or long spears coming out of them. Because the objects are controlled mentally and no longer need to be touching his body to be modified, he’s capable of modifying the trajectory and shape of them on the fly.

With his exceptional skill with the blade and incredible flexibility and grace by way of Acrobatics, Iro has formed more than one combination of the two into his own unique style of combat. The first style that he has designed and mastered he calls the Keiro no Mizu, or the Path of Water. The Keiro no Mizu has two base forms, the Odori and the Eika, the Dance and the Song, respectively. Keiro no Mizu: Odori is a very fluid form that involves Iro spinning around on the tip of his toes and keeping his body low and close together. From this position he can do one of two specific motions. In the defensive motion, Odori no Shi-Rudo, Iro flicks his blade up and down at incredibly high speeds. The tip of the blade travels from the point just above his head to the ground so quickly that, with the added spin of his body, a solid bubble of blade seems to form that protects Iro entirely. In the offensive motion, Odori no Kaze, Iro holds his sword in front of his body, pointed upwards, and spins it in his hands while spinning his body, generating winds enough to create a small tornado around him, which can be sent in any direction by ending the Dance with a backflip away from the target direction.

Keiro no Mizu: Eika is much different than Odori. Instead of spinning on his toes at a rapid pace, Eika involves spinning a blade in his hand at such a velocity that it creates a low hum, thus the name of Eika. Keiro no Mizu: Eika also has two motions involved in it. The first, Eika no Teiryuu simply uses the spinning blade to create a disk of steel that effectively acts as a solid shield due to the speed of the blade spinning. This shield is far from ordinary, as with a push outwards the disk of steel is capable of exerting enough force to stop objects moving at speeds or strength equal to Iro’s own speed and strength combined. The speed at which he spins the blade and the strength that he exerts into it is what causes the force to add the two stats together to combat both the speed and/or strength of the incoming attack. Keiro no Mizu: Eika no Gihen is vastly different than any of the other motions of the Path of Water.

True to its name, the Song of Deception is a dangerous style against those with low senses, low instinct, or low self-control. Using a fundamental Academy training technique, that is forming a small orb of reiatsu, a small light is placed at the tip of Iro’s sword that he is spinning. This orb is then moved up and down the blade, forming a hypnotic spiral of light. This light can be dangerous against other enemies for multiple reasons. One, if an enemy is not attentive enough due to some other distraction, in addition to this one, Iro will have no problem executing some sort of attack in secret. Two, if an enemy is poor in eyesight, then the light is more than distracting, but also will overpower any other lights in the area, save the sun, causing the enemy to only be able to see the light that Iro’s blade causes, as well as shadows cast by it. A third reason that this can be dangerous is for enemies without self-control, for by attacking the light all that will be met is the disk of blade, which can instantly use Keiro no Mizu: Eika no Teiryuu for painful results.

The second style in which Iro combines his skill in Acrobatics and Swordsmanship is known as Kenyon, the Four Swords. Mostly Iro uses this during his release, but if he has in his possession enough weapons then there is nothing stopping him from using it. Kenyon has a few different ways that it can be used, but all of them involve a blade held in each hand. The remaining two blades that add up to the Four that the style calls for are held using the feet. Usually small blades, such as Kunai, are best for this when Iro is in a Sealed state. He can either hold the blades in between his big toe and the toe next to that one, or clench his feet around the hilt and hold it sideways. Both of those have their own different uses in combat, whether a stab or a slice is more appropriate, and Iro has no problem moving the blade around his feet with the amount of flexibility granted by his skill in Acrobatics. Long blades, even something as small as a kodachi, are far too heavy to use when sealed.

Released, however, is a far different matter. Due to his ability to create objects out of his body, he can easily create and maneuver the blades that he would need to perform Kenyon. The same ways that he can use it as before, either out in front of his foot or to the side, applies to Kenyon during release though he can perform with much larger blades. In addition to the previous places in which he can hold a blade, it is possible and conceivable to form a blade from the bottom of his feet, creating stilts with a nasty edge to any one that gets within reach. Kenyon, whether in a sealed state or a released state, has enough blades to occupy even the best of swordsman. The unorthodox nature of the style can confuse even masters of the sword for a few moments, enough to land more than a few blows due to the extremely fluid and rapid strikes brought about by extreme flexibility. Iro can easily perch himself on the tip of one sword and defend or attack with three other blades at the same time, which is even more effective when the stilt blades are used. In addition to this, when stilt blades are used then Keiro no Mizu can be used to not only create a perfect sphere of defense, but one that can prepare and launch small tornados at the same time with the amount of blades in play.


Zanpakutou Spirit Appearance:
As Iro’s reiatsu slowly became more and more changed by his extended intake of Carbon, so too did his Zanpakutou Spirit become molded and changed. At the time that Iro returned to the Soul Society, his Zanpakutou Spirit had devolved into an Avatar of the rain portion of his Inner world, little more than a monster. It is now just a large slap of the mud and calls itself Muk. Muk is ten feet tall and is entirely made up of purplish mud that seems to constantly be dripping down. It’s voice is deep and echoing, and it is quite bossy at times, though when it speaks its words are often garbled as if talking through liquid. It makes it hard to understand it, but Iro has gotten used to it. However, it is especially hard to understand it during the sun portion of the weather cycle when its body is trapped underground.

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{Muk}


Yes, it is a pokemon. Deal with it

Inner World:

The prarie, rolling plains of nothing but grass and flowers stretching from horizon to horizon. This peaceful meadow is Iro’s inner world. The grass is a healthy, robust green and the flowers are quite varied and very beautiful. At first glance, the Inner World of Iro makes him look like a soft-hearted pansy, but one only has to wait a little while to find that it is far from the truth in this place. The Inner World runs on a very strick meteorological clock, every fifteen minutes of sun is followed by fifteen minutes of rain. This rain, however, is not made of water but of a thick brown sludge not unlike sticky tar. Everything in the meadow is coated with this foul smelling sludge, especially Iro or any other random visitors to his Inner World. The last five seconds of the rain is a wave of real water that rinses everything of the mud, then the sun comes out and the meadows look like nothing had ever happened to them. Due to the nature of Iro’s Zanpakutou Spirit, it only makes a physical appearance during the rain, but can be heard at any time.

Zanpakutou Appearances:
Sealed:
Despite his long absence from the Soul Society and the fellowship of nobility, Iro’s Zanpakutou still shows his nobility in its sealed form. From the pommel to the top, elegance can be found. The pommel stone is a rare black pearl, unique in its own right and polished to a perfect shine. If one would look into it with any source of light at their back, the shine acts as a flawless, albeit distorted, mirror. Your face would appear as if it were looking into a funhouse mirror due to the curve of the pearl, but you would be able to clearly see yourself in the pure black orb. The dark orb is contrasted by the silver hilt that it is set into, a hilt so carefully maintained as to never tarnish over time.

The hilt is made of silver and wrapped with leather, for a firm grip, and also with silk, for elegance and grace. It is soft to the touch and easy to hold on to, and it is also pleasing to the eye with the smooth silver silk covering the commonplace leather. The guard of the hilt is also made of pristine silver and is a typical, but ornate basket-style guard like that of many rapiers. The guard covers the outside of the hilt from the pommel stone up all the way to where the hilt meets the blade. The guard protects the entire hand from being struck, as well as contains small sharp points on the outside to allow for more striking options. The end of the guard has a small flat top from which the blade emerges.

When looking at the blade itself, the transformation of Iro’s soul is much clearer to see. The form of the blade is a long saber, measuring three feet long and appearing to be made of very bright steel. However, originating at the guard and travelling almost all the way up the blade is a wavy streak of black, seemingly tainted steel. The taint is much more dull, and no amount of polishing can give it a shine like the black pearl has. Despite the taint, the blade is unaffected in its ability to be used as a slashing and stabbing instrument of war. It’s straight, double edged form is perfect for parries and blade locks, but is superior in its ability to pierce with a well-placed stab.

Shikai:
Upon releasing to the level of Shikai, not much happens to start with. Iro’s hair gets blown upwards and the taint on his blade starts to become corporal, picking itself up and rising from the blade, consuming the rest of the untainted steel in the process. This black substance, now a liquid, flows into the pearl of the pommel, causing it to glow, then explode. This burst of reiatsu coats Iro’s arms in the black liquid and consumes the rest of the hilt. The burst of reiatsu not only coats Iro’s arms, but also spreads the black reiatsu for a quarter mile in every direction. This reiatsu is unblockable, unavoidable, and intangible, but it is also harmless. The result of the reiatsu passing through anything is that it leaves behind its taint, the element of Carbon.

With the explosion of the pearl, Iro’s sleeves, if the clothing he is wearing has any, are completely ripped off at the shoulders as the force of the release takes place. The liquid Carbon that is left on his skin soon hardens, leaving his fingers sharpened to points. Iro’s Shikai is a worn-type Shikai, manifesting itself as the finger to shoulder gloves of black Carbon. This Carbon is flexible enough that he has complete and utter mobility and range of motion, but also tough enough to withstand attacks. Like all Zanpakutou, it requires a difference in reiatsu strength of more than 150 to be able to pierce through the tough outer layer to attack the flesh below. This Carbon is the soul of Iro’s power that makes him incredibly deadly in the Land of the Living.

Bankai:
The coveted Bankai is a level of power that is greatly feared and revered by those who look upon it. Iro’s is no different. The process by which he releases to Bankai can be seen as horrific and slightly demonic, but it gives him great power. First, the irises of his eyes start to crack, little black lines etching their way across his vision before his pupils enlarge and swallow the entirety of his eye in blackness. The Carbon on his arms starts to creep up his neck to his face before engulfing the entirety of his body. It pours into his throat, coating his insides and outsides in the black liquid before it hardens into the same strong Carbon layers. In the process, any shirt that Iro is wearing is blown apart. From his shoulder blades emerge twin skeletal wings capable of inducing flight and moving his body at speeds equal to his reiatsu strength. In his worn Bankai form, his fingers as well as his elbows, knees, toes, and heel all have extensions that are sharpened to points. Just as in his Shikai form, he has a complete range of motion and maintains complete flexibility even with the Carbon coating his entire body.

After the Carbon has coated his entire body, a transformation begins to occur that earns him the nickname, “The King of the Living”. His fully black eyes drain back to completely white, capable of seeing just fine. Then, from his forehead, stretching around the entire circumference of his head, emerges a circlet of diamond. This circlet expands into a crown fit for royalty and sits upon his head perfectly. The large quantity of Carbon that has manifested itself into a diamond is proof of his power, as the Land of the Living is helpless beneath his utter control of their very chemical makeup. This diamond crown protects the top of his head, somewhat, but is more for show as the purity of his power is revealed. With the universal nature of his Bankai revealed in the coating of his entire body, and the purity of his Bankai revealed in the crown of diamond, all that is left to reveal is the strength of his Bankai.

The crown of diamond is just the tip of the iceberg in the grand scheme of things. The ground begins to shake and small spikes slowly emerge from the ground everywhere within one mile of Iro. Each spike is separated from each other by three yards in every direction, resulting in approximately five thousand spikes. These spikes are growing too slow to be dangerous, as they can be easily side stepped, however after thirty seconds they start to grow much much faster until they each are twenty feet high and a foot thick, becoming a full-fledged forest, each tree, even the roots, branches, and leaves, being made completely of diamond. The diamond is not elegant and reflective like the crown, but it is just a pale white. Whereas the crown reflects light in a glorious rainbow, this diamond is formed purely of compacted Carbon, not polished to a shine yet. This means that the diamond trees cannot possibly blind anyone because they don’t reflect light like a gem does. The forest of Carbon is Iro’s strength in his Bankai.

Zanpakutou Release Names(Include both Shikai and Bankai names, and call out phrases) [From Dust to Dust, Tsukuri-te/Rise up and rule over the Living, Saisho-Shuuryou]

Overall Ability:
Carbon, the most abundant of the elements in the Land of the Living, the element which forms the basis for all organic objects. Carbon is the foundation for Life itself which makes its manipulation a power to be feared in the Land of the Living. Due to his long time spent in the Land of the Living, eating their Carbon-rich foods, Iro’s reiatsu has incorporated this element and it has become a large enough part of his soul to manifest itself in his release. Upon releasing, the massive out pouring that accompanies a release spreads his unique reiatsu across the battle field. Any form of reiatsu, be it spiritual being, the terrain of Las Noches, or even spiritually aware humans, is coated with his own reiatsu, causing carbon to exist in all forms of reiatsu within the area of Iro’s release. There are three components to his Carbon Manipulation – Structure, Form, and Bonding.

Procuring and Manipulating the Structure of Carbon is the simplest component of his ability. By harnessing the natural structure of Carbon, Iro is able to create a large shield made out of reiatsu. There are two types of shields that he can make, both in the form of Carbon’s Benzene structure and its Cubane Structure. The Benzene shield is flat, appearing as a floating hexagon five feet tall and three feet wide. Benzene shields cost 100 reiatsu to form in Shikai and 50 to form in Bankai, and only three of them can exist at a time. Only one Cubane shield can exist at any given time, and cannot coexist with any Benzene shields. A Cubane shield is simply interconnected hexagons, like the Benzene shields, that form a ten feet high, three feet wide, and three feet deep bubble around Iro or any other object that he desires to put it around. A Cubane shield requires 300 reiatsu in Shikai and 150 reiatsu in Bankai.

These shields are special in that Carbon strengthens them. If any source of Carbon comes into contact with one of them, that does not possess greater than or equal to Iro’s reiatsu strength, then it will be absorbed, adding its reiatsu strength to the current reiatsu strength of the shield. This source of Carbon can be found in anything that had been within the range of Iro’s release, or it can simply be something from the Land of the Living. If the source of Carbon is a melee weapon/attack, the reiatsu will be absorbed and fortify the shield, and the attack will be repelled instead of absorbed, if it does not possess more reiatsu strength than Iro’s. If a Carbon-containing release, or any release that was present in any form during Iro’s release, contacts the shield, then one post of release will be consumed per contact due to the strain caused by the shield’s absorptions.

Another component to the Carbon Manipulation of Iro’s Zanpakutou is Form. Honestly, it is the most cliché application of Carbon manipulation. The Carbon that covers his body in his Shikai and Bankai forms is able to be manipulated into various tools and objects that he may want and need. These can exist in solid, liquid, or gaseous forms and convert between them at will. They are usually black in color, but can also be semi-see through at will. This Carbon is strengthened by extreme heat and is resilient to erosion as well. More about the specifics of Form’s system will be dealt with in Shikai and Bankai overall ability. Put simply, Iro has a maximum amount of Carbon that he begins with that is able to be used to create and manipulate objects. If he begins to run low on Carbon, then he can absorb it from anything else that possesses Carbon. Terrain, such as in the Soul Society and Las Noches, restores 5 Carbon per ten feet he absorbs from. Spritual beings restore 50 Carbon per absorption contact, and in the Land of the Living these amounts are tripled because of the massive quantity of Carbon naturally existing in the realm.

Each ten feet/absorption contact costs 100 reiatsu to perform, and if the Carbon found in the terrain is unnatural, then it will no longer have the Carbon with which to manipulate or absorb from. If he absorbs too much, he can hurt himself in the end by running out of options in battle. If there is no Carbon to be found in the ground, then in his Bankai form he won’t be able to create objects out of it. In addition to having to be careful about over absorbing from the terrain, Spiritual beings can only be absorbed from once a post, but they will still have Carbon inside their reiatsu and it will not affect Iro’s other abilities from working on them. The absorption from Spiritual beings takes a full second to perform, so it can be easily broken and the reiatsu wasted if the opponent can get away in time. In the Land of the Living, touching a human and deducting 50 reiatsu results in an instantaneous restoration of Carbon, because their bodies are literally made up of it.

The final and most complex way that Iro can manipulate Carbon is by creating bonds between sources of Carbon, one being himself and the other being something that has Carbon or has been touched by his Carbon reiatsu. There are three types of bonds, each with compounding and increasing power. A single bond requires Iro to touch an object, and deduct 50 reiatsu, and it is the simplest form of bond. The single bond forms instantly and connects Iro and the target, denying the target the ability to run away. A single bond can be formed through clothingJust like in nature, the single bond is fixed in length. This means that the target is not able to move farther away than the percentage difference between their and Iro’s reiatsu Strength. This means that if they have superior reiatsu strength then they will be able to move anywhere, if they have equal Reiatsu strength to him then they will be able to move within a one hundred foot area (100% of his reiatsu strength), and if they have no reiatsu strength at all then they would be stuck right next to him (0% of his reiatsu strength). A single bond is low in power, so it is only visible if one possesses at least 200 in Energy Sensory, and will then look like a hazy yellow line from Iro’s torso to the target.

A double bond is a step up from a single bond, and replaces the single bond if it is formed. The double bond requires 100 reiatsu and physical contact of the target’s body, such as their skin, but cannot be made through clothing, in order to form, and just as in nature, is fixed in direction. This means that the target and Iro will be forced to face each other, as well as maintain the single bond maximum distance, unless the target possesses 1.5x or more Reiatsu Strength than Iro (Iro’s reiatsu strength is considered 1.5x for the percentage calculations). Because the double bond is much higher in energy, it can be seen easier, with only 150 Energy Sensory instead of 200. The double bond appears to be two curved hazy yellow lines from Iro’s hands forcing the target to orient themselves towards him, as well as the single line from Iro’s torso. If the target has more than the 1.5x reiatsu strength than Iro, then the force of attraction will force neither of them to face the other.

A triple bond possesses the power of the double bond and the single bond, and is the ultimate type of bond. It requires the double bond to exist and replaces said bond. In order to form the triple bond, 200 reiatsu must be given up as well as there must be contact with the target’s blood or inner fluids. When the triple bond has been formed, the compact, strong pull of the bond tears the reiatsu away from the target, causing them to lose 50 reiatsu per post and Iro to gain that amount per post unless the target has double or more Reiatsu Strength than Iro, in which case their reiatsu is so strong that Iro can’t do anything to it. In addition, the single bond distance is pulled even closer than with the double bond, Iro’s reiatsu strength calculated at 2x for the percentage difference, and the double bond orientation is also forced if they have under double his reiatsu strength. A triple bond is the strongest and highest in energy, thus can be seen by even less Energy Sensory. With 100 Energy Sensory, the bond will appear like curved hazy yellow lines extending from Iro’s head and feet and connecting to the target, as well as the lines of the double and single bonds. All in all, there is a mass amount of connections between Iro and the target at this point.
As a whole, there are limitations and added strengths of the bonds. In the Shikai state, Iro can only produce 5 bonds total, a double bond counting as 2 and a triple bond counting as 3. In Bankai, he can make up to 10 total bonds. As the being of higher Carbon concentration, Iro is immune to his own bonds effects, however, there is a cost to this as well. With the single bond effect, the maximum distance effect, if Iro moves farther away from his target, the leash on the target is extended, permanently, unless he is to release again, or break and reform the bond. Speaking of breaking the bonds, this is the alternate ability of them. By expending double the cost of creating the bond, Iro can break it causing a backlash of energy. Breaking a single bond creates the force of a Sho backwards, breaking a double can cause intense bruising, and breaking a triple can cause broken bones and internal damage from the force backwards.

Shikai Overall Ability:

In Shikai, Iro has a reduced ability to effect Carbon in comparison to the Bankai. The bonds are at their normal strengths as mentioned in the Overall Ability and can be overcome quite easily if the target has the proper Reiatsu Strength. In addition, Iro cannot make as many bonds in Shikai as he is able to make in Bankai. When utilizing Carbon’s structure, the shields are much more costly in the Shikai state. In Form, Steve has 250 Carbon maximum to utilize. For every cubic foot of Carbon he uses for an object, ten Carbon is consumed. The minimum Carbon he must use in one object is 1 and is represented by an object no bigger than two square inches. It is possible, though possibly unwise, to use all of the Carbon in a single object. The objects that Iro forms can last indefinitely, unless he absorbs them, and they can be absorbed for half of the Carbon used in their making. In this state, contact is required for absorption, whether it be from spiritual being, terrain, or object. The objects are created at the speed of Iro’s base speed stat and must originate at his body somewhere or from an object that he has made that is touching his body. In Shikai, the objects move at speeds and strengths of 600 each.

Bankai Overall Ability:

With the increase in Carbon across Iro’s body comes and increase in strength and amount of Carbon he can work with. All bonds possess double their normal strengths in addition to the ability to create twice as many. The shields are easier for him to make, requiring less reiatsu to build up the carbon structure. When utilitizing form, the costs of objects are the same, however his initial and maximum Carbon is 1000 instead of 250. In this state, objects when reabsorbed restore three fourths of the Carbon used to make them, rounded down to the nearest whole number in case of a decimal. With the increase in Iro’s ability to manipulate Carbon comes a new and very dangerous ability in the Bankai state. No longer is there any requirement for physical contact to reabsorb objects if they are within ten feet of him, and he can create an object from any Carbon containing reiatsu source in sight, except Spiritual beings. In Bankai, Iro’s objects move at speeds and strengths equal to 1400 and 800 respectively.

Iro’s wings, crown, and forest are also very special. The wings are made up of Carbon, and thus require a difference in Reiatsu Strength of more than 150 in order to sever from his body, however they will slowly be regrown after five posts if they are severed. The crown possesses double Iro’s reiatsu strength, thus is incredibly difficult to pierce, and doesn’t have any other super special abilities besides looking noble and stuff. The forest is much bigger and more compact than the crown, and isn’t weakened by polishing or elegance, but is pure power. For this reason, the trees possess triple Iro’s reiatsu strength, thus are extremely difficult to pierce if one wanted to try. What is most special about the trees as, being made out of Carbon, by consuming 300 reiatsu Iro can fully restore his Carbon amount, but in the process withering the tree to a sickly state.

Zanpakuto Techniques:

Shikai/Bankai Techniques

Technique Name: Houmen

Technique Description and Effect:
Generating a large quantity of Reiatsu up in his hands, Iro sends a blast of it far and wide. This burst of reiatsu is very much like the reiatsu that would be pouring out of his body during his release, and covers three hundred yards in every direction with his reiatsu, coating it in Carbon. While this has no directly offensive ability, it can help him in the long run by restoring Carbon to the terrain or coating a Spiritual being who was not present when he first released.

Drawback:
This technique has no directly offensive applications because it cannot inflict harm, but merely passes through objects. Also, it costs 200 reiatsu in Shikai and 100 in Bankai to perform, a fairly heavy cost.


Technique Name: Sesshu

Technique Description and Effect:
By directing his Carbon inwards, specifically at his lungs, Iro is able to repair and restore his wounded airways. Because of his asthma, his lungs constantly are breaking down the tissue and are in need of repair. There are three ways that Iro can use Sesshu. The first way is completely autonomous. By using up 50 Carbon, the electrons are torn from them, giving him a temporary energy boost. The Carbon without electrons is directed inwards to repair his damaged lungs to restore them, and the rest of his body, to a fully rested state. The second way he can use this technique is through absorbing from the terrain; however it is much more reduced in efficacy. Absorbing from the terrain restores two posts worth of continuous combat for his body and lungs. The third way is equal in effect to the autonomous way, but requires Iro to remain in contact with a human or Spiritual being for a few seconds to drain the required energy from the Carbon.

Drawback:
Costs 100 reiatsu in both Shikai and Bankai, and to drain the energy from another requires continuous contact. In addition, this can only be done once every five posts, so it is only a temporary solution.


Technique Name: Riki Zuiichi

Technique Description and Effect:
There is only one difference between Carbon and a Diamond, and that is how it is organized and packed. By understanding and harnessing this fact, Iro seals a set amount of Carbon into tight diamond layers on his arms in Shikai or entire body in Bankai for five posts. What this accomplishes is a great focusing of his Reiatsu Strength, adding the used amount of Carbon to Iro’s defensive Reiatsu Strength for the five posts that it is active. When it ends, the Carbon returns to normal and cannot be restored to Diamond for three more posts.

Drawback:
For one, this has no effect to his Reiatsu Strength when it comes to Kidou and the like, it only raises the Reiatsu Strength of his worn armor and benzene/cubane shields. In addition, this technique is much more limited in Shikai. In Shikai, the Carbon objects that Iro currently has created are unaffected by the technique, and he loses his ability to create objects during those five posts. In Bankai, the currently created Carbon objects do not change, but he can produce Diamond objects for twice the cost of Carbon. Also, this costs 300 reiatsu in Shikai and 200 in Bankai, which is a heavy cost.

Bankai Only Techniques:

Technique Name: Carbon Slaves

Technique Description and Effect:

By flinging liquid carbon to the ground, or causing a pool of it to rise up, Iro is able to shape it to his will. This takes a bit of concentration, which isn’t too difficult with his proficiency at staying calm, but can be interrupted. By sculpting some shape, and then hardening it into a solid while touching it, Iro can give life into the Carbon Scultpure. This Slave can only be made in areas that have been saturated with Iro’s release, or in the Land of the Living, for they draw from the surroundings rather than Iro’s pool of Carbon. These Slaves can move on their own, possessing twice as much strength and speed as Iro does as they are constructs of his Bankai, and can draw from the environment to make and manipulate their own objects. Only two Slaves can exist at a time.

Drawback: Small number of slaves, costs 450 reiatsu to start up, and depletes the environment from Carbon if it unnaturally possessed it. They have little mental faculties, so they cannot form complex plans if Iro is not giving them instructions with his mind. Opponents with telepathic abilities and higher instinct or reiatsu strength can impose their will on the slaves and make them turn against Iro.


Technique Name: Bankai Final Form: Omega

Technique Description and Effect:If this technique is activated, then Iro must be up against an opponent of Demonic strength. The entirety of his Bankai forest shatters instantly and gets sucked into his body. That alone can pierce enemies and riddle them with holes if they are not careful. After the diamond has been piled onto him like a heap of hay, he begins to piece it together into a grand masterpiece. What is the result is a giant, 100 foot tall armor made out of pure diamond. It has defensive properties that are equal to Iro’s base reiatsu strength times three, and has a Carbon pool of 10000. Strength and speed are double Iro’s own. He does not incur stamina counts as his physical body is not exerting itself.

Drawback:Costs all remaining reiatsu, and at least 1000. No Kidou can be used, no carbon can be absorbed, making used carbon gone. Every post, one thousand carbon is lost as it falls off of the armor. When the carbon is gone, this technique ends, Bankai ends, and Iro cannot even release to Shikai for days after he recovers as he instantly suffers the drawbacks of hitting his max stamina count, and beyond. He will be in a coma for up to three weeks after use of this technique, and will be completely useless and vegetative once it ends. All semblance of usefulness will be gone, even speaking.


Technique Name: To be One with the Carbon

Technique Description and Effect:

This technique is a passive technique that comes with the greater control of Carbon that Iro has to work with during his Bankai state. Iro is able to become the weapon that he needs rather than just create it. He is able to manipulate parts or the entirety of his body itself to become what he needs. This costs 50 reiatsu for each individual limb and 100 reiatsu for anything larger than that, and he is limited in size by his own amount of mass. As a drawback, he loses durability by doing this. Instead of his body being the normal durability of a Zanpakutou, any body part that is converted into an object requires only superior damaging ability to his base durability.

[Iro Kuchiki]

Other Techniques:
Red=Mastered
Blue=Unmastered

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{Kuchiki Intimidation Techniques 1-8}

Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #1: Kyoukou]

Class: [4] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

While this aura is active, all that the Kuchiki recognizes as enemies within the aura radius will suffer from insane fear and intimidation of the Kuchiki, the battle, the surroundings, and those the Kuchiki recognizes as allies. Therefore, they will lose speed and reaction ability because of their fear. 20% speed is lost, and so is 20% instinct.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]



Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #2: Kigi]

Class: [4] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

As long as this is active, those within radius that are deemed by the Kuchiki to be enemies will fear an incredible fear of battle and self. This will cut them off from their own reiatsu supply and release. All non-release techniques will have costs doubled, and all releases will cost double to activate and have a one post delay before they take effect.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]



Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #3: Kasuka]

Class: [4] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

All of those within radius of this technique who are deemed to be enemies will find a feeling not just of fear, but of weariness. It will be as if they have aged. And age will have defeated them, sapped their strength. All those caught within this aura who are deemed enemies have their physical strength reduced by 50%.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]



Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #4: Kyoukou]

Class: [3] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

All of those within radius who are deemed to be enemies will find that their bodies act as if they are aged, and submitted also to the cold. Essentially, this means that those within this aura will have speed reduced by 40% of its current value.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]



Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #5: Fujo]

Class: [4] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

Excluding the Kuchiki casting this, all those that the Kuchiki recognizes as allies within radius of this technique will gain a 30% speed boost.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]



Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #6: Kyuujo]

Class: [2] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

All those within radius that the Kuchiki recognizes as allies will gain a 50% speed boost and 25% physical strength boost. Additionally, the 25% strength boost can instead on the Kuchiki's choice be replaced by a 30% reiatsu strength boost.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]



Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #8: Joukei]

Class: [2] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

All allies within range of this aura will have their instinct tripled and senses doubled as long as the Kuchiki recognizes them as allies.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed is reduced by 1/3 of their original speed.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]


Technique Name: [Intimidation Hana #9: Joumae]

Class: [1] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This is an "aura" technique which can be activated. Radius of aura depends on reiatsu strength. A quarter mile per 100 reiatsu strength.

This is one of the ultimate "Intimidation" techniques. While it is activated, all that the Kuchiki recognizes as enemies within radius will suffer. This drains 1000 reiatsu rather than 800. All enemies within radius will be unable to tap into their release. If they are already released, they cannot release to the next level. If they are already at the highest level, this technique is useless. If they are sealed, they cannot release so long as this is active.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

A release of reiatsu across the body, dispersing for maximum physical effect.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Once this technique is learned, no other "Specialty" technique types besides "Intimidation Specialty" from the Kuchiki storages can be learned.

While this technique is active, the Kuchiki's speed and instinct are reduced to 0.

Made by: [Kuchiki Family]

Reserved?: [Yes, for Kuchiki Family]


Notice: NO INTIMIDATION SPECIALTY TECHNIQUES CAN BE USED IF SPEED IS ALREADY AT 0. THIS MEANS THAT AVERAGELY, ONLY THREE AT ONCE CAN BE USED.

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{Bakudo 9- 14}

Technique Name: [Bakudo #11 Haihin]

Class: [7]

Technique Type: [Kidou]

Technique Description and Effects: [This bakudo is unlike any other bakudo ever made. Instead of being used on another person, this bakudo is designed to be used on an enemy’s weapon. Once cast, this bakudo will create a small curse marking somewhere on the target’s weapon. Only in the instance of releases that merge the weapon with the body will this mark appear on a person. So, for example, this will appear on a released arrancar or akki since they lose their weapon in release. The seal appears to be a swastika, pitch black in color. But what does this kidou do and how does one go about breaking this spell? Well, it’s simple really. This bakudo is one that is designed to break. In fact, the whole point of this kidou is to be broken by the opponent.

The method that one takes to break this kidou spell is to simply use one of your weapon’s abilities. Basically any technique that isn’t listed in a character’s overall ability sections will shatter this bakudo. But how exactly does this bakudo hinder an opponent? Well, through the process of shattering the bakudo, the technique they used to break it will be nullified. Meaning that whatever reiatsu or energy they used to activate the ability that shattered the bakudo is lost. This bakudo essentially makes the next zanpakutou technique they use never happen. Other then that, this bakudo is useless. One could fight an entire battle without using a single zanpakutou or release technique and not even be aware they were being affected by this bakudo.]

Incantation: [Stun them all with your blinding deception. Bite the night with your unfailing jaws and cause your enemies to cower in fear.]

Made by: [Rave Haretsu]

Reserved: [No]

26. Kyakko (曲光, Curving Light) Hides the target from sight, by bending light. The spell has the ability to mostly hide the presence and reiatsu of the user or specified object. Those with high level energy sensory will be able to detect the user. Costs 50 reiatsu per post to maintain. Users can be sensed by radar techniques (Pesquis) and with energy sensory worth 1/10 of their reiatsu strength. Users can be SEEN as if Kyakko has not been cast at all by those with energy sensory superior to their reiatsu strength, or those with marginally (triple or higher) higher reiatsu strength. [8]Incantation: unknown.

39. Enkosen (円閘扇, Arc Shield) Summons a shield of condensed reiatsu to block opponents' attacks.[12]Incantation: unknown.

61. Rikujōkōrō (六杖光牢, Six Rods Prison of Light) Summons six thin, wide beams of light that slam into a target's midsection, holding them in place. The target is then unable to move any part of their body including the parts that were not struck by the beams.[15]Incantation: "Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!" ("雷鳴の馬車 糸車の間隙 光もて此を六に別つ!")[16]

81. Danku (斷空, Splitting Void) Creates an energy barrier in the form of a rectangular wall. According to Byakuya, it is capable of stopping destructive spells up to #89, though this probably depends on the strength of the user.[23] This is seen also when Aizen uses it to block Tessai's Hadō

Technique Name: [Bakudo #87 Tsutsumi]

Class: [2]

Technique Type: [Kidou]

Technique Description and Effects: [In a similar manner to bakudo 81, this kidou creates a barrier after it is used. Except unlike Danku, this barrier surrounds the user completely like a bubble. It is transparent and can be cast on other people if such use of it is desired. What this bubble-shield does is essentially block any reiatsu-based attack that comes into contact with it. Tsutsumi is capable of blocking any reiatsu attack for up to two times the user’s reiatsu strength (four times if used with incantation). This is clearly one of the leading bakudo when it comes to blocking reiatsu-based techniques, however it possesses a significant weakness. Practically any physical attack can pop the bakudo like a bubble. The barrier specializes in blocking reiatsu techniques and has completely forsaken the defense of physical attacks because of this. A punch or thrown weapon is enough to pop this bakudo no matter how high the user’s reiatsu strength is.]

Incantation: [Heed the warnings of the deceased. A coffin among perils protect. Step inside the symbiont and dig towards the truth. Dancing on a thin line. Control the tiniest motions. Withhold the simplest needs. Give life everlasting.]

Made by: [Rave Haretsu]

Reserved: [No]

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11. Tsuzuri Raiden (製本雷, Bound Lightning) Electric current flows through any object the user touches and is able to lead electricity, damaging any target that is in contact with the object the current runs through.[31]Incantation: unknown

Technique Name: [Hado #50 Maboroshi Dangan]

Class: [4]

Technique Type: [Kidou]

Technique Description and Effects: [The user creates a sphere of super-condensed, white reiatsu at the end of their finger or sword around the size of a baseball. This kidou is noticeably small and it possesses a significant piercing power equivalent to twice the user’s (If the incantation is used). Not only does it pierce defenses extremely well, but it travels at quite a vicious speed, making it very difficult to dodge. When this kidou comes into contact with an object it will detonate into an explosion that sends hundreds of super-condensed reiatsu shards everywhere in its immediate vicinity. The blast radius of this attack is around eight yards. But the true power of this ability resides in the kidou’s aura. To those with less than 50 in Energy Sensory, Maboroshi Dangan will be completely invisible and soundless. This is a technique designed to take advantage of those who don’t have any ability to sense reiatsu.]

Incantation: [Shoot forth from the heavens and find your mark. Soundlessly. Cautiously. Swiftly. Make yourself known by your bite and curse those who condemn you.]

Made by: [Rave Haretsu]

Reserved: [No]

Technique Name: [Hado #53 Surasutoeria] (Area Thrust)

Class: [4] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kidou] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [Wind] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

Surasutoeria is much like an advanced form of Hado # 1, Sho. However, instead of being a directional thrust in the direction indicated, it is an area thrust, pushing away from all directions out from the user. When learned, this Hado pushes objects away at a speed equal to the user’s reiatsu strength. When it is mastered, the speed is double that of the user’s reiatsu strength.

How to use technique: [The user need only state the name and push outwards with their hands.]

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Because this Hado pushes things in all directions, the user will be forced upwards by the opposite force of the Hado hitting the ground beneath them and being reflected back. It isn’t possible to avoid this because the reiatsu strength needed to push the entirety of the world would be in the millions. Also, if an object has a greater reiatsu strength or a greater strength than that of the user's reiatsu strength then the object will not be affected

Made by: [Kyomei Mitsukaru]

Reserved?: [No]

54. Haien (廃炎, Abolishing Flames) Fires a blast of purple spiritual energy that will incinerate a target completely when it makes contact.[35]Incantation: unknown.

83. Sekkenkooriboufuu [Lit. Conquering Ice Storm]; The user points their weapon at the foe. A huge flood of ice and frost is blasted at the enemy. The temperature of it is 200 below zero. Death occurs in a matter of minutes if one is submerged for just a mere second. Being drowned out in the flood is a near instant death. Yet another Koga induced filler Kidou. This one is incredibly powerful though, and even defenses such as Splitting Void can only resist for a few seconds. The reason that this breaks through Splitting Void is that it quickly freezes it over, before the force of the pounding shatters it.

Technique Name: Eternal Flare [Hadou #86: Soukahou]

Class: 2

Technique Type: Hadou

Technique Description and Effects:
Soukahou (蒼火砲, Blue Fire Cannon) is an advanced hadou based off of "Sokatsui" that requires a blood sacrifice to activate. Just like how the Kuchiki is well versed in Sokatsui, the Kanzaki specializes in this kidou. Instead of firing one single burst of blue fire at the opponent, it creates a concentrated mass of blue flames around the user's hand that can burn or incinerate anything that fire touches. This can be used for enhanced melee as a flaming fist but that is not its main function. The main ability of this hadou is automatic firing of blue flares, similar to a blue fire machine gun.

Once this is activated, the user can fire blasts of "Sokatsui" out of the hand engulfed in blue flames as many times as the user wishes. In other words, infinite ammunition. The fastest firing rate of this technique is about 600 blasts per minute. When this technique is mastered, the user can use this in many creative ways such as applying the concentration of blue flames to a weapon, fire multiple blasts simultaneously like a shotgun, creating explosive blasts out of the user's hand, or even change the color of the flames to the user's preference. Once this technique is activated, it doesn't end until the user dies or wills its end.

Appearance


Drawback:
400 reiatsu is consumed upon activation. The blue flames are extremely hot and it will cause slight burns to the user's hand for every post this is active. Generally, the user will have first degree burns by first the 5 posts. If the arm is severed, the blue flames will go out of control and will engulf the user whole if the one fails to defend against it.

Incantation:
"An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth.
Evil to fight evil, Fire to fight fire.
Hath withstood pain to create many flames of vengeance.
And yet, those ephemeral works of art will never be remembered.
I hearby offer my blood in an indestructible contract with the flame of atonement."

Created By: Shiki Kanzaki

Reserved: No

Technique Name: [Hado #99: Kaminari Ha, Lightning Blade]

Class: [2] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [Lightning] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

This creates one hundred blades of lightning from the hand casting. The incantation makes it two hundred. If even a single blade touches an opponent, all of the others will converge into a dragon made of hundreds of lightning bolts, and kill that person, or that group if it's a group, instantly. This is a really strong Hado that can't be blocked at all because of how strong and effective it is. It's so powerful that no one can stop it at all. Dodging is hard since the blades are all a hundred meters long.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

Thrust the palm out and cast it. The incantation is below.

O, Thyne of Impotent allure, draw thyself here today in the very pits of Tartarus and the glowing golden; There are six keys to seven doors, and seven levels to eight stages; There are dogs and cats of Rodi, there is the mighty god of each, and then God himself to smite you in your own feeble underdressing and vomit and snot and drool; Know yourself, you foolish thing, and do not hold back, realize only that by the stars there can be nothing but greatness; The lightning compels you, Sacrilege, Destruction, Chaos, all unite; Final, Destructive, Shattering and knowing, realize yourself and your butchery!

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

This numbs the entire body and covers the user in lots of burns. It's a super strong Kido that sacrifices half of the user's reiatsu and at least one thousand of it. And it causes the burns to form on them and it also causes the pain to stop almost all physical combat. It can only be used once per battle.

Made by: [Hiro Kaname]

Reserved?: [No]

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{Other Techniques 22}

Technique Name: [Shunpo Karin]

Class: [5] - 7-1.

Technique Type: [Kido] - Kidou, Quincy Technique, Bount Technique, Human Technique, Hollow Technique, Other

Technique Element: [None] - If any

Technique Description and Effects: [What does your technique do? How strong is it? What is it's range of abilities? List these things below.]

The famous "partial Shunpo" technique. This allows the user to initiate a single movement at Shunpo speed with one limb. This cannot be used without initiating the forward momentum. The user will need to move their arm the way they normally would before this technique can be activated. Momentum for this technique cannot be controlled. This means once the user initiates this technique, they cannot stop their limb from the movement.

How to use technique: [How do you use this technique? List below.]

Stated above.

Drawback: [What are the disadvantages and drawbacks of your technique? Don't forget that the drawback must be equal in strength to the technique. List everything related to the drawback below.]

Also stated above. Higher reiatsu cost than normal Shunpo. Limit is once per post. More stamina taxing than regular Shunpo.

Made by: [Admin]

Reserved?: [No]


Shunpo

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[Kyomei Kuchiki]

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-History-

Birthplace: [Kuchiki Noble Manor]

Current Residence: [Kuchiki Noble Manor]

Memorable Figures:
Father – Daisuke Kuchiki
Mother – Machi Kuchiki
Cousins – Sozen Kuchiki, Hokori Kuchiki

Squad 11 Captain – Saix Shinra

WWI Squad – “Old Man” Jared, Joe “Dash” Inbo, David “The Lucky Italian”, and Big Jimmy.

The Old Man – The Farmer that takes Iro in when he’s first lost in the Land of the Living, providing him with the adopted name Charles.
Charles – The son of the Old Man, one who takes Iro in as the butler rather than a farm hand once he comes across great wealth by selling Iro’s Zanpakutou.
Edward – The son of Charles, the grandson of the Old Man. Last of that family.


History:

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{Less than Humble Beginnings}
Kuchiki, the very name of nobility and grace in the Soul Society that surpasses all of the other noble names. The Kuchiki own the land on which the Shihoin and the Kasumi’Oji live, basically having power over the other two noble houses. Politics are sacred in the realm of the nobility, where a scandal can ruin one’s life forever. Into this great family was born a son, a son with no claim to the title of Head Kuchiki, a son who was free to be whoever he wanted. Born to Daisuke and Machi, Shinigami from the eleventh and fourth squads respectively, little Iro grew up with much fewer political pressures on him. He didn’t need to worry about having to take over the rest of the family one day like his older cousin Sozen. In fact, he could just focus on doing what he wanted to do. Even from a young age, it was clear what he wanted to do.

”Father, father. Tell me again about your day today as a Shinigami?” Iro was constantly asking questions, constantly gleaning any information he could get about the Shinigami. To him, their job was the most important in existence, and he wanted nothing more than to become one. Daisuke would just smile, sit Iro on his lap, and tell him wonderful stories. Stories of souls in distress that he saved, Hollows vanquished, stories of excitement and adventure. As part of Squad 11, Daisuke always had exciting stories of the offensive trips that he would take to the Land of the Living in order to cut down huge groups of Hollows threatening the balance between the worlds. “Well, son, today was one of the more boring days. We only had one dangerous Hollow to take out, but Trevor has a new scar on his knee to show for it, so it wasn’t a waste sending us there.”

Iro never let a story end so short, so of course he grilled his father for more details. “What kind of Hollow was it today? What tactics did you use? And as usual, Daisuke would get out some chalk and begin to draw up some diagrams and sketches. “Today’s Hollow was a typical brute type creature, ten feet tall, with large hammers for hands. I was there, alongside Trevor and Raj. Trevor chose his spear and shield today, and Raj had his chain whip. I of course had my sword. How do you think we started?” It was one of the pair’s favorite games, having Iro try and figure out the best plan of attack for the mission. Iro learned a lot from them and over time he had started to guess them perfectly right and even suggest better plans of attack at times.

“Trevor’s shield was a lucky choice for today, if he had chosen the mace it would have been a completely different situation. That shield of his is strong, so he should advance to take the attention of the creature and withstand its blows. He should have focused purely on defense and distraction while Raj got behind it and coiled his chain around the legs. With Raj pulling the beast down, you could have dashed in and pierced its Mask with no problem. What went wrong that Trevor got a scar?” Daisuke shook his head and chuckled a little. As usual, Iro had done a good job analyzing the situation. “Actually, we did do that, however Trevor wasn’t expecting something from the Hollow and had slipped up. The beast’s blow was akin to a jackhammer, as it could retract and fire the hammers forward with extreme speed. Trevor hadn’t braced himself enough for the continuous onslaught of blows and had been driven to the ground. Raj still did get behind the beast and trip it, and it ended up falling on Trevor and on his spear.”

At this, Iro chuckled. Trevor was always underestimating his opponents, which is why he was still an unseated Squad member whereas Daisuke was the seventh seat. At when his age of appearance was eight, Iro was demonstrating a considerable talent and desire for the honor of being a Shinigami. It wasn’t long before he was pulled aside by his father to begin to learn the noble Arts of the Kuchiki. “Your sword is your life as a Shinigami. You keep it in pristine condition and it’ll take care of you. The sword is just as much a part of your destiny as you are of its.” With that short introduction, Daisuke began to go through the intricacies of swordplay. For years they worked at making sword skills as natural as breathing. In the entire process, Iro never once landed a blow on his father, despite his rapidly growing skill. One day, he decided to ask his father about it. “Father, how is it that you always seem to avoid every blow, no matter what I do?”

“I suppose that it is time that I showed you the true Kuchiki way. We of nobility have set ourselves apart as fighters of grace and of skill. There are three Art forms that I shall show you. The Rosenblade, the Lilyblade, and the Floating Rose.” These styles required Iro to apply himself to train diligently to not only learn how to perform the movements, but also required him to constantly gain incredible flexibility to be able to let his body flow with the movements. Over time, he became just as good as Daisuke in being able to move his body to avoid blows from the blunt blades they were always using to train. On one such day that he was training with his father, Iro’s mother Machi walked into the training hall, which was abnormal for her.

Machi was an unseated member of the fourth squad, meaning she was sent almost everywhere without choice in the matter in order to provide healing to wounded Shinigami. She didn’t see a lot of her family, but when she did it was greatly appreciated. “Daisuke, dear, you always teach him about the blade, but when do I get to teach him about other Kuchiki secrets?” What his mother was talking about, Iro had no clue, but his father relinquished his training to her. “Son, we Kuchiki closely guard our fighting styles, but even more so we closely guard our ancient techniques passed down from generation to generation. There are five Hana, one of Destruction, one of Speed, one of Melee, one of Magic, and one of Intimidation. You may choose only one.” As a Kuchiki, Iro already knew of the Hana, he already knew stories of the great movers of the battlefield that had used these special techniques. And he already knew which one that he would choose to learn. “I choose Intimidation, the ability to bring my enemies to my level and bring up my fellow Shinigami beyond their enemies.”

And so began his instruction into the more arcane of the Kuchiki secrets. He learned how to continuously fuel his reiatsu into an Aura that would sap his speed but empower his fellow Shinigami and weaken his enemies. He knew what it felt like to over exert himself and be completely unable to move due to the auras he was giving out. He knew what it felt like to be gripped by the fear of another, and exert the same fear to weaken his opponents just the same as he had been weakened. And, over time, he learned to be a great assistance to others by relieving them of fear. His mother grew proud of his hard work that had resulted in his mastery of these techniques, and she supplemented his training in strength with education in Kuchiki history and customs, just to be sure that when he went out into the world he would be a shining example of nobility, not an embarrassment to his parents and the rest of his family. It wasn’t long until his parents thought him beyond their ability to teach, that he should go off to the honored Shino Academy to further his growth as a Shinigami.

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{An Honorable Education}
He was clad in the first year Academy Student robes, hanging loosely on his less than tall frame. Seriously? I know that I’m here kind of young at only fifty years old, but you’d have thought that they would have robes for the short ones around here… The hakama was supplied by the student, so that fit Iro fine, but the outer robes made him look almost like a clown, as it drug along the ground when he walked. He’d find someone at the Mansion to hem it later, but for now he needed to get to class. The first class on his list was Kendo, which would probably be boring due to the caliber of the training he had received from his father. None the less, he went to the class, for becoming a true Shinigami was within his grasp at last.

He walked into the dojo, and chuckles rippled through the room as he did so. Most of the other students were far older, far taller than he, though he was average height for his age of appearance, appearing approximately ten years old in human years. He was like a child compared to those students who appeared to be in their prime or beyond, seemingly much stronger and more capable than he. He heard small whispers through the crowd “Look at the shrimp over there” “Somebody lost for Day Care?” “Probly could punt him across the room on accident.” “He could probably walk between my legs and not even touch my balls…” The entire room was full of murmurs and giggles until Iro spoke up. “The name’s Iro. Iro Kuchiki.”

Everybody shut up out of respect for his family, but that didn’t mean that they had respect for him as a person at all. Instead, they’d want to get a chance at him on the mats if they had any sort of grudge against his family that could have stretched back for thousands of years if he was lucky. He made his way through the crowd to the front of the room in order to be able to see the professor, who promptly showed up. The professor for the year was tall, bald, and extremely well built. A hulk of a man in comparison to the child that Iro seemed to be. He flew through some general instruction for the day then released the students to spar, probably to test the waters to see how good the students were already. Iro got pulled into a battle with a random stranger he’d never seen before, a student who appeared to be a teenager, with very spiky blonde hair.

“The name’s Kaji, and I’m going to have to spar with you right now, so prepare yourself.” He didn’t offer up any other explanation other than that, but got into a ready stance with his Kendo rod and prepared to attack Iro. Iro didn’t shift his stance, he simply looked at Kaji and analyzed him. His stance seemed sloppy, like a rookie, and his sword was gripped incredibly tightly in both hands. He was nervous, that much was obvious, and he was going to make a mistake soon. He was going to attack first. Kaji rushed Iro and raised his arms up high to try and crush the much smaller student. Iro simply raised his arm up to intercept the attack and Kaji fell down to the ground in excruciating pain from having all the energy of his swing sent backwards into his arm. It was over practically before it had begun, and no one wanted to mess with him anymore.

The professor moved him to the more advanced class immediately, where it was more of a challenge, thus more entertaining for Iro. The rest of his class schedule for the day went along well, as he excelled in Kidou, Reiatsu Focus, Spirit Communication and History. The last class of the day, however, would seem to be more of a challenge for him. “Welcome to Speed class, students, I know that you’re probably tired from a long first day of classes, but regardless I think that we should start this class with a brisk jog as you are chased by angry glass orbs full of flame. Good luck! Go.” The classroom was just a large track, and from behind the students large orbs appeared and started to move towards them. It looked as though people would not want to be slow in getting started, and a few students were almost trampled as the class started to run.

Iro was in the middle of the pack, not being particularly fast or slow, and he got about halfway around the track before he was driven to the floor in pain. His lungs felt like they were on fire, slowly killing him from the inside as he gasped for air and only received small gulps of it. Everyone quickly passed him as he was left on the track, body shaking from the sudden lack of oxygen. With a small amount of strength, he put up a small orb of reiatsu like they had been shown how to do in Kidou class, but it felt much weaker than he was capable of, requiring more mental strength to create it. One of the orbs shattered on the reiatsu orb Iro had made, so he wasn’t hurt by it, but the embarrassment was more than enough emotional hurt. Someone from Squad 4 helped him to his feet, but he managed to regain his breath after sitting there for a while.

”Kid, it seems like you have asthma… Your lungs hurt, yes?” Iro nodded, weakly. The sudden shock of not being able to breathe was still haunting him, though air had returned to his lungs by then. Whatever had happened, and for whatever reason, Iro knew that he would be unable to push himself as hard as he did for long periods of time. In order to finish the class for the day, he ran in short bursts, letting himself rest with a few minutes of walking or slow jogging before picking up the pace. All in all, he was the slowest in the class, and he felt embarrassed to be so slow and inferior to those whose lungs worked fine. His pride had been hurt, and he glared at the backs of the normal students, doing his best to keep up but stay within his limits as an athlete.

Years went by in the Academy, Iro doing his best to stay on top of his studies. In all of his classes, Speed and sometimes Travel excluded, he excelled, and despite his shortcomings he managed to pass every single class with at least a B average. In Speed class he became incredibly talented at sprinting short distances, being able to beat most anyone in a 100 or 200 meter dash, but in the long distances his asthma would hinder him from being on top. His wounded lungs were a great source of embarrassment to Iro, shamefully reminding him time and time again that he was inferior to almost every other student and would be inferior to almost every Shinigami, for Spiritual Asthma was nearly unheard of. Regardless, Iro put on a brave face and carried on through even his hardest of classes.

Though his time in the Academy was mostly uneventful, his fifth year was the most memorable. It was the second semester of Zanpakutou Shaping class, which had periods of meditation as well as intense physical instruction. Starting near the end of the first year into the second year, Iro had heard stirrings of a Spirit within himself, and had a few long conversations with the warm spirit that lived in the rain. His Inner world was a wide open meadow that had a pleasant, warm rain every fifteen minutes, in which the Spirit that appeared to be made of waves would appear during. They had many a long conversation, though Iro had never been able to find out the name of his Spirit.

The most memorable class was near the end of the year, just a few short months before graduation. Though graduation was still a long way off, this class was having its final exam early. The test, pull the Zanpakutou out of your soul. Some of the students had already done this, thus the exam was already passed for them; however some, like Iro, hadn’t cared enough to try before now and were having to take the test now. One by one, the students entered a meditative state and alongside their spirit formed the true form of their Sealed Zanpakutou. By now, if a student hadn’t formed a generic Katana Zanpakutou, they were probably destined to not graduate, but this was different.

The true form of the Zanpakutou was something that showed the student as being worthy of at least the position of non-seated officer. If the student could only form a generic Katana at the moment, then they were probably destined to be a grunt soldier for a long time if not forever, so this test was not something to fail. It was finally Iro’s turn after what seemed to be ages. Iro opted to stand and meditate instead of sit, which wasn’t rare but it wasn’t too common. Something about the severity of the moment made Iro want to stand and face it like a man, take the full force of it with both feet firmly on the ground.

”You ready for this, solid one?”Yes, liquid one, I am ready. Please lend me your strength so that I may do this. The nicknames were a running joke between Iro and his Spirit, Iro being solid and the Spirit being liquid. Iro calmed his rushing thoughts and found himself standing on a hilltop in his Inner world. The rain portion had just begun, and his Spirit swirled around him like a whirlpool or a cyclone. Iro, both internally and externally, found himself reaching into the inner most parts of his Soul and pulling from them what made him a person. His Spirit collapsed on top of him, filling his entire body with water, though he was unharmed. With the combined efforts, Iro pulled a beautiful sword from out of his soul.

It was a long silver saber with a beautiful basket hilt guard, equipped with a brilliant white pearl set into the pommel. There were audible gasps and sighs as Iro took up his elegant blade in his hands. It was obviously evident, his nobility, when looking at this blade that appeared so pristine. Compared to many of the Zanpakutou that looked solely as instruments of war, such as one student who had a battle axe for their Zanpakutou, Iro’s looked not only deadly, but also ornamental. The face in the waters of Iro’s Zanpakutou Spirit smiled as the Inner World faded away and the student was left solely in the physical realm. It was a monumental moment for Iro, one that he proudly remembers. The rest of the year wasn’t very eventful, and his days in the Academy came to a close at graduation, where he named Squad 11 as his desired destination as a Shinigami.

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{Shinigami but for a Moment}
The Academy was behind him, the rest of his life before him. At graduation, Iro had named Squad 11 as his desired destination, and because of influence by his father, he was accepted readily into their ranks. His uniform tight fitting against his body from the considerable growth that he had undergone in the past five years, Iro made his way to the barracks for orientation. “All right, new cannon fodder, time to meet the Captain and be initiated.” Iro barely paid attention to the low seated officer’s jest, for he was quite excited to finally meet the legendary Captain Shinra that his father had told him so much about. He had heard many stories about the Captain’s power and wisdom in battle. Maybe his father had embellished, maybe not, but Iro would soon know for himself.

Captain Shinra was awe inspiring, a man of incredible presence. He stood before the group of Academy graduates and simply stood in silence for a few moments so that the new Shinigami could soak in his presence. “Graduates, Shinigami. Welcome to Squad 11, the Primary Attack Squad. It is our job to be proactive, bringing the fight against Hollows to their territory, to see the end of the beasts. We do not practice cowardice, we do not usually focus on flashy magic, and we fight with skill and honor. Never forget that your comrades are your support. Don’t let them down, and they won’t let you down.” Captain Shinra turned around and pulled a curtain down from against the wall as he finished his quick motivational speech.

Behind the curtain was a caged Hollow, a raging grotesque beast with oversized hands and claws. It grabbed the bars of its cage and shook them with enough force to bend them. The accompanied stomping caused the ground to shake a little, small pebbles bouncing off of the ground. The graduates that were visibly shaken were taken note of and would probably be made into grunts. Iro was among those who stood strong in the face, and breath, of the beast. Strong wills were broken as the cage was suddenly released, letting the creature loose upon the large group of graduates. Some ran, most backed up, and few rushed forward. Iro was among the last group.

The group of new Shinigami facing the Hollow was comprised of Iro with his saber, a large beefy man with massive gauntlets, and a short female with twin rapiers. Iro’s brain went into overdrive with his analysis, just like the games he used to play with his father, except this time in real life. The large claws of the Hollow seemed to hint at great strength, which also was evident by the shaking of the ground and the bending of the bars earlier. Iro knew that he was an expert with the sword, and he could guess that his large male partner had great strength and his small female partner had great speed. “Good man, lock hands with that beast, keep it busy. Fair lady, get behind it and strike it in the back.”

It all went extremely smoothly. With his large protected hands, the beast’s claws were no problem, and they both were well matched in strength. The only problem with the wrestling was the Hollow’s head was kept low as it faced the Shinigami man. The woman got behind it and stabbed it in the back, not a fatal blow at all but one to inflict great pain. The beast suddenly cocked its head back and roared because of the blade stuck into it. With a running start, Iro used the man as a stepping stone, leaping into the air and slamming his blade down the Hollow’s throat. With the blade in its head and the blade and the blade in its back, the Hollow dissipated into nothingness. Exhilarated from the kill, Iro just stood there grinning until Captain Shinra came up behind him and placed his hand on Iro’s shoulder.

Iro swelled with pride as the Captain was so pleased by his quick thinking and leadership initiative. Iro’s father really hadn’t over-exaggerated his talent, and he seemed ready for a mission already. The trio that had just stood up to, and defeated, the minor Hollow were to be sent to take out a Hollow of a slight bit more power. Feeling good from their victory, they readily accepted the mission to the Land of the Living. They rushed through the Senkaimon, legs pumping quickly to avoid the Cleaner. Once in the Land of the Living, they immediately made their way to the home that the Hollow had made. Only two of the Shinigami arrived to take out the beast.

In his excitement, Iro hadn’t remembered to slow down and take a break, causing his lungs to over exert themselves. Barely out of the Senkaimon, Iro had an asthma attack and had been forced to his knees, his partners getting far ahead of him. They easily removed the beast from existence without him, then returned to the Soul Society, thinking that he had gotten scared and gone back before the mission had started. In reality, Iro was recuperating, alone, from the loss of breath, resting for a few minutes. Alone, the new Shinigami was a clear target for hungry Hollows, his abnormally high spiritual pressure seeming like a spot light on a lighthouse to Hollows. Of all the Hollows that could have been attracted to Iro, the one that happened to bite first was a powerful beast known throughout the Soul Society as The Devourer.

“What have we here, a little snack or maybe even a proper meal, it must be my lucky day…” The beast was large, looking like a giant floating puffer fish without spikes. It’s eyes were unblinking, staring dead ahead at the recovering Soul Reaper. The sunlight for miles around suddenly faded as there was nothing to be seen but Iro and The Devourer. “Welcome to my world. You’ve a chance to escape, if you can muster the resolve to push your way through the thick fluid you’ll find yourself emerged in. Amuse me please, for my victims are generally boring. Some of them cry for mercy, others just sit there and stare blankly. What will you do?” Iro, now rested, began to push his way towards The Devourer in an attempt to cut it down.

The first few steps were easy, but each stride close towards the beast became harder and harder to take. The weight of the liquid was increasing with the decreasing distance. Still, Iro pushed on towards the creature. The Devourer just laughed. “How pathetic! Where are your convictions, where are your passions? How do you expect to reach me on your own strength? Do you know how many like you have fallen that way?” Iro just grunted in the midst of the weight, using some of his strength to respond to the petty taunt. “I do this for the Soul Society, for the good of my kind!” “But even if you’re willing to kill and die for your home, that still isn’t conviction enough to face me. The next step shall be your last!”

The Devourer was right. As Iro took another step, an exponentially increased weight struck him to the ground, without the strength to pick himself up. Then, The Devourer began to move closer to Iro, thus increasing the weight and inflicting scream-inducing pain. As The Devourer got within ten feet of Iro, the weight was suddenly gone, but that didn’t leave Iro with any strength with which to fight. The Hollow took a deep breath in, and Iro felt the entirety of his reiatsu be pulled out of his body forcibly. Trying to stand up and swing at the beast, a blade-like tongue extended from the mouth of The Devourer, slicing him through the face from forehead to chin. Wounded, without reiatsu, Iro fell to the ground defeated.

The empowered Hollow let out a haunting laugh and slowly faded from sight and hearing. It wasn’t that it disappeared, but rather that Iro found himself in a physical body, unable to see or hear the Spiritual being that was The Devourer. The last, unheard words were this “For your good attempt, a bit of mercy, for you are of no more use to me when an empty shell. Farewell, morsel.” Bleeding, almost unconscious, and losing control of his memories, Iro had no thanks to give for the ‘mercy’ he had been granted. The year was 1485; the place, a random field in the countryside of England.

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{They Call Me Charles}
Day 1
I woke up this morning with nothing more than my limbs, some robes, and a very fancy sword. I have no memory of who I am or how I got to this place, though I seem to still have basic motor control as well as the knowledge of what things are. I guess you can’t fully purge the most fundamental of memories. I awoke in a field, though I have no idea where it is in relation to other places. My robe had many pieces to it, and I only needed the pants and top, so I used the outer robe to create a covering for the sword. Now, if anyone looks at me, I will hopefully not look like someone of fortune, someone to rob from. Assessing my situation, I realized that my bones ached and my body felt weak, as if it was unaccustomed to moving in this manner. Odd. Also, when bringing a hand to my face, I have found caked blood from a large wound stretching across my face, most likely the manner in which I came to have lost my memory. I have no idea how long that I have been unconscious.

Slowly making my way in no direction in particular, I came upon a small building next to the field, one that seemingly was abandoned. There I found this large collection of paper as well as charcoal sticks for writing. I’m surprised that I remember how to write, but I do. I sat down in this dusty shack to collect my thoughts and put them on paper. I will stay here for the night, and then set out to find food, for I seem to be quite hungry.

Day 4
I found a nice creek today with a shallow pool full of fish. I tried eating them raw, but wasn’t a fan of the bones, so I peeled off the meat first then had my first good meal in a while. For a few days I had been just nibbling on bits of bark. Still no sign of intelligent life anywhere near here. The weather has been nice ever since I woke up, so I assume that the season is Spring or Summer, though I suspect the latter. I tried to go for a jog today, but it didn’t take long before I couldn’t breathe. I don’t like that, so I’ll have to get my exercise in a much less active way. On a site note, my joints no longer hurt, so I must be getting used to the movements that I’ve been making. I still wish that I could find some life like me somewhere, but it doesn’t seem like it’ll happen soon.

Week 2, Day 3 (Day 10)
I’ve been walking aimlessly for quite a long time now, though I finally feel as though I have stumbled upon civilization. There’s a small field of grain with a barn and a small house adjacent to it. Those buildings don’t look as run down as the building I found on the day that I woke up, so I’m going to check it out right after I finish jotting down this bit of writing. Oh, I see someone now, so I should go introduce myself as being lost, or something. If I live, I’ll write more.

Ok, back, I didn’t die, as you can see. Lemme write down the interaction between me and the man that I saw. It started like this. I walked up not at all sneaky like, to show that I wasn’t a threat. I even left my sword with my writings tucked into a hollow tree on the edge of the property. The man looked unnerved by my face, though I had washed the caked blood from it days ago the scar is there, and probably always will be there. “Boy, whatcha doin’ out thar in my field?” The old man’s accent was hard to understand, but I got the gist of it. He wanted to know why I was in his field, obviously. With my voice cracking from not being used just about ever since I had woken up, I explained my situation to him. I explained that I had woken up alone and with no memory of who I was or where I was, with nothing but the clothes on my back.

“Well, then, Boy, why don’t we getcha down to the crick so ya can warsh off that feelthy body o’ yurs.” He made me go and scrub myself in the cold water before he allowed me to return to the house, so I was glad that I hadn’t tried to hide my sword in my clothes. He might think me a thief if I had something that elegant on me. “Boy, you be needin’ a name to go with that thar face. Hmmm, you do kinda look like me long lost son, Charles. You wanna be a Charles?” It was better than nothing, so I accepted the moniker and the role as his son, returned from a life spent afar. The story of my scar was that I had saved a woman in distress from some sort of highwayman, and was a hero that had sacrificed his mind for the innocent. A touching story, but eh, it was pretty fake. Anyways, I start work in the field tomorrow, so I’m headed to bed.

Month 4, Week 2, Day Six (Day 103)
So I was happy for a good long while, my story being that I was the old man’s long lost son. Well… it turns out that the REAL son showed up today… So… I just got demoted to a random farmhand. I don’t really mind, but I kinda liked sleeping in a bed instead of on a pile of hay in the barn. But oh well, I’ll get over it. The real son is quite nice, so at least that’s a plus. There really aren’t any neighbors around here, so it’s not like the real son returning is going to make a big difference. So yeah, there are two Charles now living on this property and working the fields, so it’s nice to have help, and I’m keeping my name.

Worst thing possible that could have happened did happen today. I had hidden my sword in a hollow spot underneath the floorboards and guess who found it today? That’s right, Charles did. He’s taken to wearing it everywhere, and for some reason I feel great indignation at him even touching it. It must have meant a lot to me before I lost my memory.

*a large portion of what remains is left in scorched fragments*

Year 9, Month 2, Week 2, Day 1 (Day 2958)
Got word that across the channel, in Spain, some explorer returned with word of a route to India moving to the West instead of the East. Also reports of large groups of explorers wanting to make the same journey. I’m not one of the adventurous few it seems.

Year 13, Month 8, Week 1, Day 3 (Day 4593)
It’s been a rough winter this year, the harvest was lean and we’re running out of food. Today is a day of mourning for the Old Man that passed away from the combination of lack of food and severe cold. Tomorrow is the burial. Charles has an idea for how to not only restore our food supply but also make us rich. He’s been looking at the sword of mine a bit too often for my tastes. Not excited to see what his plan for him, his new wife, and me is…

*the following entry is in extremely pristine condition, unlike the rest of the scraps*
Year 13, Month 8, Week 1, Day 4 (Day 4594)
He went and did it, the crazy lunatic. I couldn’t very well tell him that the sword was mine without causing suspicion, so I just had to watch as he sold it to a collector from the city. Now we’re rich, but I’ve lost the only thing that has any ties to who I was. I guess I should be happy, for the first time in thirteen years I get to sleep inside on a bed, as Charles I promoted me to family butler. He hired some slaves to run the farm, so I don’t have to do that anymore, so the day has a small glimmer of hope to it. Also, I’m going to go forcibly steal back my sword, so there won’t be anything wrong with today, come the nighttime. I’ll write later if I am successful. If I’m not successful, I’ll either be in jail or be in the ground so my record of my life post-trauma won’t matter anymore regardless.

I did it, and there is blood on my hands now, but I don’t care. The afternoon started like this. I made my way out towards the city, not offering any explanation but that I needed to get out for the day. Charles and his wife didn’t care; they were too busy making love and enjoying food and the wealthy life to even notice me. I donned a coarse brown cloak with a hood and set out towards the city where I knew the new “owner” of my sword would inevitably be. It turns out that on my way, I struck immense luck and the man who had bought my sword had been making similar stops around the poorer farms, buying heirlooms and such. I walked straight up to him when I saw him haggling the memories out of people. He was giving them barely enough money to afford to survive and taking their family’s most precious family objects. Pearl earrings, table cloths, wedding dresses, nothing was safe from this fiend.

“Good Sir, I beseech you to offer these people a fair bargain or be cut down and your wealth redistributed.” The fat, short man with breath like a rotting fish turned around and spat in my direction. He was as repulsive looking as he was smelling, and his laugh was comparative to a small child being ground beneath the hoofs of a horse-drawn carriage. “And who are you to order me around, peasant?” I walked right up to that short little man and hit him square in the face, knocking him on that fat rear of his. I then proceeded to draw a familiar robe from the cart, one that I knew would contain something that belonged to me. As I unfurled the robe, I caught a glimpse of a symbol that had been drawn on the sleeve, a symbol that I had not recognized when I had first covered the sword. A plus sign over top of a horizontal line, all contained inside a diamond.

An intense pain wracked my brain as I suddenly saw a very grand building stretching in front of me, of considerable wealth. This looked like a building of more wealth than all the palaces and mansions in Britain combined, and it was majestic. The image soon faded, and I was left just staring at my sword, the hilt fitting perfectly in my hand. As the fat man tried to stand up, I pressed the still sharp tip against his forehead. “One more time, I dare you.” He spit at me in defiance and I then relieved him of his head, leaving the money for the poor farmers in need of food. I hear that they called me the Hood for what I wore that day, which suited me just fine. I made my way back to my home, where I now sit writing this entry. I wonder what that building from my memory was…

*More burnt scraps of paper follow*

Year 25, Month 7, Week 3, Day 4 (Day 8958)
Ok, now I’m convinced that I’m not normal. Charles I is going through his mid-life crisis with gray hairs, an aging wife, and a child named Edward, and I still practically look eighteen years old. Soon enough, Edward is going to look older than I do… This isn’t normal, since I’ve been awake twenty five years now and I didn’t look like I was just born the day I woke up. Just how old am I…

Year 44, Month 2, Week 2, Day 5 (Day 15737)
The drought caught up with Charles today like it did his wife last year. We buried them together, may they rest in peace.

Year 103, Month 11, Week 1, Day 1 (Day 37531)
Edward was slain today on his way back to the house by a highwayman. He lived a good long life though, so his time wasn’t cut too short. His lineage died with him, so tomorrow I’m leaving the house for the more populated city so I can work and eat.

Year 291, Month 1, Week 3, Day 2 (Day 105866)
So today we found out that the colonists were causing trouble over in the Americas. The rioting was so vicious that my house caught on fire. I managed to save some chunks of my writings, as well as my most precious ones, but most of the record is lost to the blaze. I’m headed for the loneliness of the country again for some peace and quiet for once. If anyone asks me, my story is simply that they call me Charles.

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{Of Guns and Blades}
May 1, 1913 – Year 428 (Day 155856 of my Wandering)
Another year of wandering, another year of memories only in precious fragments. Picked up this compact typewriter from a small shop in a village that I passed through and decided to give it a try, and so far I like it a lot. I can type much faster than I can write so that’s nic. Wait, what? Hmm… If I mess up, then I can’t go back and just fill in the missing spot like I can when I write things out, and I really don’t feel like starting over everytime I mess up, so if I do then it is on me to just carry through the mistake or simply to be more careful. So, as I was saying (typing?) I found this thing in a small shop and decided to try it. Today is my four hundred and twenty eighth birthday, me marking the day I was born as the day that I woke up, May 1, 1485. Wow how things have changed. Lemme just make a short list of the things that I’ve witnessed in the past few years.

I saw all the drama of the American Revolution from over here across the Atlantic Ocean.
I saw Napoleon rise and fall and all the many wars involved in that.
I saw some nations be created, like Mexico and Chile.
I saw the pride of Britain as they defeated the colonies in the War of 1812.
I saw nations rise up against their captors and nations be beat down in oppression.
I saw the toll of so much bloody violence spread far across the country.
I saw famine and pestilence claim many of Ireland and force them away from their home.

I have seen so much pain, so much suffering, so much war. And yet, I’ve never been able to escape from this water-ringed prison. For someone like me with absolutely no documentation, no papers, it is really difficult to get to do anything or go anywhere when a passport or such is needed for travel. Also, I have kind of enjoyed just wandering the countryside for so many hundreds of years, but I’m starting to get restless. I have been having visions, oh so many small glimpses of someone that I was, somewhere that I lived that was so majestic and grand. Today, however, I had the greatest of my visions, let me describe it to you, my friend, the reader of my story.

It began this morning when I passed into London for the first time in decades. It is a very crowded place, far too many people for my liking, since I have quite enjoyed solitude. I went into the bustling city, actually, to find paper and ink for this thing, because the salesman didn’t provide that. (which was probably why it was so cheap. Anyways, as I was passing through the busy city on my way to the calmer side of the market, with the bookstore and the library and the like, I heard a very loud voice calling to all the “real men” of the city. Normally I just drown out the loud ones, but this time I felt compelled to go listen to what he had to say, and so I made my way in the direction of the speaker, which wasn’t hard to pinpoint due to his extremely loud calling.

“All you real men, come hear me! Come and see the Royal British Army in formation, which could one day be you marching alongside.” I made my way through the crowd and came across a large group of soldiers in long rows and columns, marching in perfect time. I’d seen it all before, many times in my multiple hundred years of life. It was a show of force, a recruitment drive. After the marching and the showing off, the loud man would probably make some speech on why the “real men” would come join the Army and be part of the country’s defense or something like that. Regardless of what was going to happen next, not caring that I knew what was going to probably happen, I decided to stay anyways. It was still cool to see the many people acting as one in a huge flowing mass, order where there could be mass chaos.
Then I saw the soldiers marching in, uniforms crisp and clean, clean shaven faces staring dead ahead and kept in the shade by their covers all perfectly aligned on their heads. As they passed, I began to have an all too familiar headache that quickly grew in intensity. In my vision I saw rows upon rows of people, some tall, some short, but all in Japanese garb with these white robes. On their sleeves sat a symbol of a plus sign over a minus sign inside of a diamond. In the front of the large rows stood a man that towered over the rest, with that same symbol on the back of his robes instead of the sleeves. Obviously he was the head of this group and in front of him was a tall curtain. When he pulled on the curtain, the vision ended abruptly, leaving me with the still parading soldiers.

The symbol that I had seen, of course I recognized it from my own robes that had the familiar number on the sleeves. In my many years of travel, I had found that the symbol that I had seen was not mathematics, but was the Japanese symbol for 11. Whatever I saw, it had to do with many people involved with the number 11 and the leader of the 11s. I may have been one of them, or I might have killed one of them, but my most recent vision seemed to tell me that I had once been one of the 11s which was some sort of military group, or at least a group that was in formation like a military. Wanting to find out more about the vision, I decided that I would need to put myself into more situations where I would be presented with triggers.

I’d need to join the British Army.


May 2, 1913 – Year 428 Day 2 (Day 155857)
I woke up today and first cleaned up the typewriter from last night’s late typing, since I fell asleep without doing so. Then, I did something that I hadn’t done in a very long time. I pulled out my sword and robe from the place in my belongings where they had been hidden. The robe had long since been worn down, but the symbol of the 11 was still clearly visible on the sleeve that I had kept in as pristine condition that I could. The sword, however, wasn’t looking good, as usual. In between 150 and 100 years ago, I noticed that the pearl had started to grow dull and there appeared to be a crack stretching almost all the way up the blade. I polished it even more than before after that, and it had no effect at all. In the time since then, the pearl has become black and what seemed to be a crack now just looks like a wide wavy black line of unremovable gunk.

There was no doubt that the robe was the same as what I had seen in the vision, and unfortunately I hadn’t been paying attention to the weapons at the 11s sides, so I can’t know if this is where my sword came from. No matter what, I’ve got to go join the British Army so I can get more chances to have visions of that place and those people, and this time pay attention to the weaponry that the 11s had. So I packed up my typewriter, my sword, and what few clothes that I had, and I made my way to the nearest recruitment office. Here’s what happened when I got there and requested to join the British Army.

“Papers?” The man behind the desk had a very nasally voice as he asked for my birth certificate and proof of residency. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any, they were lost in a fire awhile back.” The fire was the truth, the fact that I had any sort of identification was a lie, though. At this point, I looked like I was in my mid-twenties, early-thirties, so the recruiting officer didn’t have a problem with me joining, seeing as he wouldn’t get in trouble for a minor being recruited. “Name?” “Charles.” He raised a bushy eyebrow at me. “Family name?” “None” “Charles Nun it is, then.” I would have protested, but it didn’t matter to me. Twenty minutes later, after a quick physical examination, I was ready to go off to boot camp the next day. And now I’m writing this down sitting in my bed for the last time in a while.

May 3, 1913
Typewriter not allowed to boot camp STOP
Will send telegrams to self STOP
Deliver to house underneath door STOP

October 17, 1913
Basic training complete STOP
No visions at all STOP

October 23, 1913 – Year 428, Month 5, Week 3, Day 2 (Day 156028)
Home again to my precious typewriter for a few days while preparations for extra training are made. Basic training went really well, so well in fact that they’ve moved me in to a Non Commissioned Officer training regimen. Something about being a natural born leader or something, but I don’t really care. In fact, I’m actually pretty depressed that I didn’t have a single vision during my entire basic training. I must not have gone through anything like that when I was in with the 11s. I don’t really have anything else to report on basic training, so I’ll get back to my typewriter after my officer training program.

June 17, 1914 – Year 429, Month 1, Week 2, Day 3 (Day 156268)
Typewriter wasn’t working when I got back from my training, so I have to write by hand for today, but my typewriter will be fixed tomorrow. Anyways, it is nice to be back home, though everything is covered in a fine layer of dust and grime from it not being lived in for so long. I tidied up a bit, but it’ll need a cleaning at the scale that I just don’t have time for right now. I finished my Phase 2 Training and am now considered a Lance Corporal, in charge of four men that I have yet to meet. I meet them tomorrow and we’ll drill for a few months before being sent anywhere. There’s a lot of tensions in the world at large, so I doubt that we’ll even get our six months before being sent out with our platoon. I guess I have no more to write for tonight, so I’ll report soon with the details of my visions, if I get any. I hope that I have some soon.

August 5, 1914 – Year 429, Month 2, Day 5 (Day 156285)
They’re calling it the Great War, and it definitely can be considered Great when it comes to size. As I thought, me and my men, as well as my superiors and fellow soldiers weren’t given a lot of time to train together at all. We were sent into Europe to do battle against the Central Powers and their crimes having little group training, but thankfully plenty of individual training. As a Lance Corporal, I carry my sword on my hip as well as a handgun, the heavier firearms being held by my men, though I’m not incapable of picking up a rifle if need be. On a more important, to me, note today I had another vision. A short one, but an important one regardless. We were in the trenches and I was giving orders to my men to prepare for an assault by the enemy. There’s not a lot of tactics that can be done that involve positioning and space because of the linear trenches, but I’m pretty set on bringing superior fighting tactics to the battlefield instead of superior firepower.

Anyways, as the enemy was advancing and I was instructing my men to do various things in the trenches to stop them. I felt the familiar headache and caught a glimpse of me and two other 11s. The first was a small girl with two small dirks, and the second was a huge man with a pair of large gauntlets. I was instructing them about something that was away from my sight, and then the vision faded abruptly as I tried to turn around to see it. From that vision, I can only assume that there is something involving the 11s that is so traumatic that I cannot possibly see it in my visions at the current moment. Thankfully the vision was so short that not a beat was missed in my commands to my troops and we survived without any serious injuries. I now know that the 11s don’t all have single swords, or swords at all for that matter, so that revelation is interesting. We’ve been given the order to make an attack on the enemy trenches tomorrow, and I can’t refuse, so I don’t know if I can say the same thing about our injuries for tomorrow.

August 9, 1914 – Year 429, Month 2, Day 6 (Day 156289)
Well, obviously I’m not dead yet, so let me explain what happened to us the last few days. The five of us, me and my squad, stood ready to make a lone assault that morning at high noon when the sun wouldn’t give us away nor get in our way. Our superiors figured that a small squad would be best for slipping into the trenches and crushing our opponents mercilessly. Before I get into our mission, I need to tell you about my Squad. There’s the “Old Man” Jared, whom is only just older than the rest of the Squad (me excluded of course) but got called an old man one day and the name just stuck. Then there is Joe “Dash” Inbo, who is a loudmouth and annoying, but he does truly care about the rest of the Squad. David “The Lucky Italian” is one of the lazier squad members, but he’s definitely loyal through and through. And last but not least, there’s Big Jimmy, who’s actually of average height and is skinny. I guess soldiers like irony when it comes to nicknames.

So the five of us got up in the morning and had a good meal, for honestly our superiors thought it might be our last. We went over the plan about thirty or forty times, because there are only so many ways to say pull yourself up out of the trench and run for it. At noon, it came time to proceed. We got up and we started to run across the no man’s zone as silently as possible. It didn’t take long for the Germans to stick their heads up and see us, but we still got about halfway before they did. I fired the first shot and hit the unlucky man straight through the eyes. Then, of course, a lot of men popped up. The platoon behind us supported us with some mortar fire that was more or less successful, because immediately everyone in the opposing trench ducked down.

Now we were three quarters of the way to the enemy trench, the only real obstacle still in front of us being the thick barbed wire. However, I had a plan to get rid of that. When we got near it, miraculously having avoided gun fire until now, I drew my sword and got ready to strike it through the barbed wire. In the hundreds of years that I’ve lived, this sword has never dulled and never failed to cut anything, so why should it stop now? We crashed through the barbed wire with impunity and in a moment were in the trench. We soon found the reason that we had survived. A lucky mortar shot had entered the trench and blown apart enough men to give us the few seconds that we needed. Now pressed in an enemy trench with no way to signal for help, we were completely on our own.

We fought for the rest of the day, reloading our weapons from downed Germans and picking up their own weapons as well so that the ammunition fit well. By the end of the day we had built walls out of dead bodies to block the sides of the trench and were picking off any Germans that climbed up to the top of the trench to get us. We had plenty of space to avoid the body walls in case of grenade or mortars being placed at them, and were sufficiently skilled and alert to return any grenades thrown into our area. The sun went down and we were still fighting sporadically. We took turns resting for the fighting was slow enough to not require all five of us at once, and on one of the shifts, with Old Man resting, something inhuman occurred.

It was probably the sixtieth wave of soldiers of the night, I lost count when it got dark, and there was a single soldier left standing, pointing a gun at me. Never before had all four of us run out of a magazine at the same time before, but none of us had any bullets currently in our guns and the enemy soldier had but one. He pointed his gun at me and out of desperation, I drew my sword. He fired, and there was no bloodshed to be had. Acting purely out of instinct, my hand twitched and caught the bullet on the edge of my sword, severing it completely in half. The severed round impacted the ground and the enemy soldier died on the spot from an aneurism, I would think, for he convulsed and fell to the ground with a lifeless stare.

There were no more enemies to be slain that night.

We had reinforcements arrive in the morning and the battle was just about over at that point, as we completely rooted the enemy from their own trenches with impunity. It was a battle to remember for all of us as we defended our country’s values. Well, they defended their country’s values. I was just in it for the memory fragments to be restored to me, which was quite selfish, I know, but I don’t really know how else to go about triggering these memories except being in war, and it has worked in the war which has definitely been a story of guns and blades.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

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{The Only Fair Things In Life}
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{The Greatest of the Worst}
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{Stirrings of Convictions}
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{Flesh and Spirit}
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[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Strength – [200 (x.33) 66] Points

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [250 (x3) 750] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400 (x3) 1200] Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - [175] Points

Senses [125] Points

Energy sensory - [50 (x3) 150] Points

Healing Expertise - [100 (x.5) 50] Points

Total SP: 1600 Points

Abilities

• [Weapons: Sword] {4}
  
  
• [Acrobatics] {3}
  
  
• [Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {2}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {2}
  

[Iro Kuchiki]

Character Name: [Iro Kuchiki]

Previous Real Age: [582]

Current/New Real Age: [583]

Previous Age of Appearance:[/b] [37]

Current/New Age of Appearance: [37]

New Ideals/Personality:[/b]

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Strength: [300 (x.33) 100] {125} Points

Speed: [300] {375}Points

Spiritual Pressure: [300 x3 900] {1125} Points

Reiatsu Strength: [400 x3 1200] {1500} Points

Light Aura: 50

Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: [400] {500} Points

Senses: [125] {156} Points

Energy Sensory: [275 x3 825] {1031} Points

Healing Expertise: [100 x.5 50] {63} Points

Total SP: 2200 Points


Iro’s Class 0 ZEI Technique:

Technique Name: Genesis

Class: 0

Technique Description and Effects: Genesis is Iro’s Signature ZEI technique. This Class 0 technique allows him to reverse time around an object, restoring it to its former glory. This could take a ruined building from a single pile of dust and rewind the clock allowing it to be restored to the way it was in its prime. Alternatively, he can use this for destruction, reducing a building to nothing more than dust and memories. To activate this technique, Iro must place both hands upon the rubble or building that will receive the power of this technique, then state the incantation aloud. It cannot be uttered mentally and it cannot be skipped.

After completing this, and pouring the entire 1200 reiatsu cost into the rubble or building, the process will unfold, restoring or destroying the building over the course of the next 7 seconds. The special drawback to this tech is an aging of Iro’s body, but not in the standard sense of aging. While his body becomes 3 years younger in appearance, signs of old age slowly fading as wrinkles smooth and grey hairs becoming full colored, his body feels 3 years older, aching more and feeling less energetic. Over time, if his body ages too much and grows too young, his mind may also start to decay like an elderly man’s mind would, yet he could potentially be in the body of a teenager.

How to Use: See above.

Drawbacks: See above.

Incantation and Effect: ((Without the Incantation, this Technique cannot be used))

Genesis. The Beginning. With all new Beginnings, there was once an end. But not all endings must remain so. I choose to set the Beginning and the Ending of this story to my own will. The path of Time need not flow from the Beginning to the End. The End may be again the Beginning, or the Beginning may suddenly be the End. It is for me to choose. I am the Master of the Beginning, the Master of the End. I need not call upon the God of Destruction, I need not call upon the God of Rebirth. I need not call upon the God of the Stone nor the God of the Tree. I am the Destroyer, I am the Creator. I provide the Stone, I provide the Wood. I am the Source, and the Author of the Timeline.

Follow my Path.

Made By: Iro

Reserved? Yes

What kind of update: [General Update and Rank update and Stat update]

Current Rank: [Captain]

New Rank: [ZEI] - If any. Don't forget that you'll need to take the test for that rank before the rank up becomes valid.