Post by Kira on Dec 4, 2014 14:36:57 GMT -5
Password 1: [Midgets Can't Dunk]
Password 2: [Kuroi's Shoes]
Type: [Berserker]
Squad: [Squad 11]
Rank: [1]
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-Basic Information-
Name: [Kira]
Age of Death: [18]
Real Age/Age of Appearance: [65/21]
Birthday (Month/Day): [7/31]
Blood Type: [AB]
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: [6'5/250]
Physical Description: [Kira is a well built woman of above average height, with a smile as charming as it is frightening. She is moderately toned, with a complexion on the paler side. She has long, crimson hair that shines like freshly spilt blood. This crimson cascades down to her lower back. Her eyes are a deep, burning red, that shows her rage towards others, shows how much disdain she holds towards the world around her. How much she hates the stillness of it all. But when she's amused, which is often, the shine like two dark stars, not hiding any of her darker intentions.
When she wears her shihakusho, she wears it very openly, exposing her large.... bust. Due to this, her black bra is pretty always visible. Instead of the normal pant bottoms, she wears a long dress bottom that stop at the ankle. Outside of her work uniform, which she loves for all the stares, she normally wears a black shoulderless dress, showing off ample amounts of her chest. She isn't at all one for modesty. She also wears spiked bracelets around her forearms, regardless if she's in casual clothes or not.
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-Personality-
Dislikes: [1. Quiet music. There isn't any point if you can't feel it in your teeth.
2. Anyone wearing headphones. Music is meant to be shared, not hoarded.
3. Rap. Too much talk, not enough action.
4. Weaklings. If you aren't strong enough to fight, then you have no use.
5. Cowards. Chasing isn't as fun as simply fighting.
6. Polka. No, JUST NO!
7. Tsundere, or pretty much any chick in anime that beats the piss out of a guy to either, A, show that they're embarrassed, or B, beat the everloving piss out of a guy when the chick is actually at fault. Ruins a lot of anime for her.
8. People who piss her off.]
Likes: [1. Metal music. The heavy bass, the overly loud sounds, there's no words to describe the feeling of creating music.
2. Playing music. Obviously.
3. Fighting. She loves violence.
4. Her beautiful ax. She could just play it all day if the world let her.
5. Her Zanpakutou Jūkinzoku's shikai form. Such a majestic weapon.
6. Anime. Fun, bloody, sexy, and have some really good music. Now only if the good ones were easier to come by in the Soul society.
7. Needless violence. Call her crazy, but life, and death, isn't worth living if you can't have a good explosion every few hours.]
Flaws: [1. She doesn't talk much, other than singing.
2. Doesn't know when to stop, be it in music or fighting.
3. Doesn't handle orders very well. She would rather do things her way.
4. Can't, and won't hold herself back. She would only stop if there is absolutely no other way.
5. Does not dance. At all.]
Habits: [1. Twiddles her knife around her fingers when bored.
2. Complains how boring it is when she's bored.
3. Causing more damage than she needs to in fights. No such thing as too much property damage.
4. Playing her not zanpakuto guitar. Music is music, even if it isn't killing people.
5. Singing. She has the voice of a siren; beautiful, and ultimately leads men to their doom.
6. Cursing. She curses. A lot. When she actually bothers to talk.
7. Screaming when she gets really mad. She doesn't have a lot of restraint.]
Fears: [1. Becoming like her Zanpakutou spirit, Jūkinzoku. Becoming someone who would kill everything for the sake of killing. She doesn't want to watch all the world burn, only a lot of it. She still needs people to make and listen to music.
2. Spiders. .....too many eyes... Too many legs.... There isn't anything holding her back if she sees one, because she will kill it.
3. One day, waking up, and hearing nothing but polka for the rest of her life. If that were to happen, she may just have to go on a killing spree. No, wait, she absolutely would. Run from her if this happens.]
Goals: [1. Earn enough money to buy land in the seireitei. She needs a big enough space so that she can make a house. It needs to be in the middle of it, with three miles around the house. That way, if anyone tries to complain about her music, he can kill them for intruding on her property.
2. Become a captain. The rules need to change, and who better to change them than a rebel?
3. Find her old bandmates when they die. Even death won't stop their metal, and will rock the afterlife, even if they don't wind up in the soul society.
4. Die like a warrior: gloriously, as she plays her songs against an army, playing and fighting to her last breath, laughing in the wake of the carnage.]
Alignment: [Chaotic neutral]
Overall Personality: [Kira is the kind of person that doesn't hold back, be it in or out of combat. She does what she wants, and when she wants, only holding back in situations that go way over her head. She sees everything as a game, laughing off anything that tries to push her around. She isn't one to take anything seriously, goofing off whenever she can. She takes whatever she can from life, and doesn't give anything back. Hard work is something she tries desperately to avoid, unless it's something closely related to something she wants.
She considers herself musician, making music as often as possible. She is lazy, crass, and uncaring. She will spend as much time as she can, lying about, in her room or in public areas, just playing music. That isn't the only things she likes doing in her room though. She is quite loose in that regard, so long as he, or she is strong. She respects strength in all forms. She doesn't flirt though. She hunts. If she wants to go after someone, she will not stop until she gets what she wants, using whatever underhanded tactics she can.
She does not care for much else in life. She generally hates the status quo, and constantly tries to break it. The slow paced, peaceful, uneventful coils of existence to bore her to near tears. Near, because only winding up in a polka world is the only thing capable of making her cry. That and maybe seeing her bandmates die in front of her. Anyway, she hates the quiet life. She loves stirring up chaos. It's so much fun to cause trouble for everyone. It makes them think about things going on around them.
She considers herself a warrior, a violent, blood lusting, raging valkyrie of the battlefield, ready and able to fight to the end. But, she does have a softer side, though not by much. She does enjoy the little things in life, like sleeping, eating nice foods, and even spending time with other people. She is willing to give anyone some of her time, as long as she can have a good time. Karai loves partying, fun, boozing... 'sleeping'. She never outright hates others. She takes her time when judging people, but if she does decide that she likes someone, there are few things that she won't do to help them. But if she hates them? They should watch their backs.]
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-Powers-
Fighting Style: [Kira rarely ever fights unarmed, seeing as she is unable to practically fight without releasing, and when she does release, there isn't any point, so disarming Kira makes her practically useless. She is very good with an ax though. She tends to be reckless with it though, so if you're around her when she's swinging it, don't be. This goes for all her fights. Whenever she pulls out his weapon, you'd better run to the hills, or you'll be dead before you realize it.
Kira is best fighting in the mid range, but can fight at any if using abilities. An ax is hard to use at long range, and can't hit anyone with the blade in close combat. Even still, she doesn't like attacking directly with her weapon. He prefers blasting foes with the attacks that his weapon of choice creates. Still, using the weapon, he swings it as you would expect an ax to be used, with wide swings and spinning around being the main way he fights melee.
When fighting with his Zanpakutou's abilities, he likes keeping his distance, preferably in the mid to long ranges. Despite his abilities being at their strongest in mid range, he prefers not to give opponents the chance to hit him, or his weapon, something that he likes dearly. As an ax and in no other forms. Meaning he tends to get pissed should it get damaged, and he is not fun to fight when he's pissed.
She is a straightforward fighter. Planning ahead? Just smash through everything. Thinking on your feet? Not her style. Plowing through an opponent with as much strength and gut wrenching heavy metal as she can, especially if it's at the point of excessive force?? Bin-f***ing-go! She believes that she can simply overpower her enemies or outlast them, not needing anything else but her beautiful ax, and her music to get through fights, as well as everyday problems that she faces, but doesn't feel like dealing with rationally.
This, however, is also her weakness. Because she loves to just smash whatever gets in her way, she becomes predictable in combat. Often letting opponents to lead her into traps, and sometimes just walking into them, just to get them out of the way, trying to get back to the real fight instead of tricks and shenanigans. In the heat of combat, she may even forget who she's actually fighting, and start attacking whoever gets in her way. ]
Zanpakutou Spirit Appearance(Optional):[/b] [A wicked man, or at least she thinks it's a man, is Kira's Zanpakutou spirit. Dressed almost entirely in black, a crazed monster represents her blade, living solely for blood and slaughter. Her spirit is dressed in a white, long sleeved shirt, with a pitch black straitjacket over top of it. His pants are equally dark dress pants, that stop right at the ankle, just enough to cover any socks. Not that you could see them anyway, because his boots cover halfway to his shin.
He has a bright white hat that covers ivory white hair, that covers half his face, and, unlike Kira's, goes down to his lower back. A long silver necklace hangs from his neck, and stops at the center of his chest. A silver cross hangs at that point of the necklace. That isn't the disturbing part though. The disturbing part is his face. It sends shudders down her back whenever she thinks about it, and just about every time she enters her inner world.
The spirit's eyes are a deep blood red and seems to go on forever. In his eyes are only a deep well of madness. Madness that she can't explain, and honestly doesn't want to know how something like that wound up in her soul. Luckily, he always kept his eyes covered. She wasn't so lucky with his smile. The smile was almost as bad as his eyes. He never stops grinning.... With pointed teeth, and sharpened fangs, he wears a hungry expression upon his face, wanting nothing more than to eat you alive. Kicking and screaming if she had to guess, and she was sure that was exactly how he liked it.
The man was always laughing too, unnerving her every time she enters her inner world. Sometimes she's so scared, that she's hesitant to even enter the place. Even still, as crazy as he looks, she still knows that he is as much a part of her as her flesh and blood. The man acts like four different people, with the fourth that she very much prefers talking to, acting almost sane. He is near impossible to talk to at the best of times, and makes it hard for Kira to believe she'll ever get bankai out of him. In fact, she'd prefer it if they could stay as separate as possible from the monster wearing a human's form.
Inner World(Optional):[/b] [Kira's inner world is a large city, possibly planet, she hasn't checked, made purely of gold. Or at least, that's what she thinks it is. Every which way you look, everything is made of the precious metal. The buildings, the ground, cars, lights, even people; everything blends into something else, making it almost impossible to tell where one thing starts, and another thing ends. Every surface is polished to the point where it reflects like a mirror, but doesn't lose the details that make it distinguishable. This makes it extremely hard, if not impossible to see in the day time of his world.
The city has everything that a normal city would have, including cars, street lights, buildings, and even people. Each was frozen in time, leaving an eerie feeling that you couldn't shake off. Each statue stand lifelessly, stopped in mid stride right before they died. If they died. Every gold person in her inner world is someone that she's met or seen throughout her life. Or after life. Random people that she's met or seen on the street are faceless humanoid statues, simply walking along, minding their own business. People closer to her or people that she knows better, will have far more detail to them.
All the building in his world are completely closed off to her, only being accessible to her monster of a Zanpakutou spirit. Each building holds memories of her life, Jūkinzoku loves to taunter with embarrassing memories, or even with mistakes she's made during her days. Even with that though, her sword often spends his time in the happier memories of Kira's existence. All the buildings, like the people, are mere reflections of places she's seen or been to, and have more detail with the more knowledge she holds of them.]
Zanpakutou Appearances: [Kira's regular sealed sword is a small dagger, less than a foot in length, and is easy to conceal. It has a wooden handle, and guard. On the side of the blade is what appears to be a dragon, coiling around a bamboo stalk. Obviously, this is not made for ending any sort of supernatural conflict. She finds it funny that, in spite of all the crap he gives talks, when he isn't fighting, he's just a tiny little dagger. She chuckles a bit every time she sees the thing, knowing that he's seething with untold fury in that gold city he loves to call his own every time she does so.
["Hear the siren's wail and die, Jūkinzoku!"
"[smear:#0066cc]Faster.... FASTER! NOT EVEN DEATH WITH HOLD BACK MY MUSIC! ALL MUST DIE, DESUMETARU![/smear:#ff0000]"
Overall Ability: [Jūkinzoku does exactly what what you would expect him to do as a guitar: makes music. But, since he is also a Zanpakutou, his music is beyond dangerous. Jūkinzoku is the equivalent to a giant soul microphone and speaker. Odd considering he's a guitar, huh? Any vibrations made by this weapon are turned into lethal attacks. From the strumming of a string, to the roar of her voice, this will convert the kinetic energy behind them, into something fitting for someone proclaiming to be death.
There is one major flaw however. For every ability that Kira uses, the vibrations don't only get shot forwards, but also through her, straight into the ground, equivalent to the strength behind the ability. Since the earth beneath her receives the end of the vibrations, the wielder is fine, simply acting as the conduit. But should she be airborne, she would be taking damage equal to the attack she just flung out, and due to her not passing on the excess energy, she wouldn't stop shaking. This would mean that the attack would keep going, until she was forced to release her ax, or until she exploded from all the constant shaking. This would also apply to any flying platforms too small.]
Shikai Overall Ability: [By either strumming her cords, or speaking loud enough, Kira makes vibrations that her ax then turns into attacks through the neck of the guitar, or the blade, throwing out waves of sound based on the strength put into the vibrations. Her abilities are purely physical, coming entirely from her body, and not her soul. Continued vibrations via voice, strumming, or even smashing her weapon into something, will allow her to create these waves of sound. The abilities that are used like this only have 2/3's of her strength.]
Bankai Overall Ability: [The ultimate form of her both her body, and her soul, Kira becomes the embodiment of music. Upon releasing, her ax becomes blood red, save for the strings, and a floating microphone head will constantly hover in front of her mouth. The big change here though, is that the ground underneath her begins to raise itself up. Forty feet all around her, including downwards, is raised into the air, becoming a giant speaker for her guitar. Whenever she strums her strings, the floating island vibrates, and both island and guitar unleash a blast of air equal to her strength, for the island directly downwards, using that to propel itself into the air, only ever reaching 200 feet up, from the bottom to the ground.
For each time she hits a note, the island will be able to maintain its position in the air for 2 posts, resetting every time she strikes a cord. This does not work with just slamming her guitar into things. She must be actively playing for this top work. This island, while not apart of her actual bankai, is still needed for her bankai to function. She is unable to leave the island while her bankai is active. If she does, or of the island loses , the release will cancel out, drop the landmass to the ground below, and will be unable to be used for 5 posts afterwards.
The island is a conduit for her abilities, channeling both her release abilities and her voice through the bottom of island. The abilities are always aimed down, and mostly used to keep the island in the air. Different abilities will keep the island up longer, others shorter. The abilities are mere copies though, holding half the powers of the original, which are still fired from the center of her guitar. Kira is still able to move around the island however she pleases. By walking forward and strumming her zx, she can make the island move forward, and the same pace she moves. If she is not touching the island by the end of each post, the release will cancel.]
Zanpakuto Techniques:
Shikai
1. Good Vibrations: This ability is both her safest move, and the most risky. This is a purely defensive ability that blocks attacks with a lower offencive stat then she has in strength, while she is playing her guitar. It does so, by letting the vibrations her guitar make, flow through her, thus making her body tremble. Anything unfortunate enough to come into contact with her will be hit with the full force of her strength. Many... MANY times in mere moments. This ability is however dangerous, because if she somehow loses contact with the earth beneath her, or something underneath her in general, the ability will quickly destroy her. Any attack that has the a high enough offencive stat to exceed her strength, will have its power reduced by the strength of the music. This ability must be maintained by constant vibrations, or it will be lost the following post. This ability costs 100 reiatsu per post.
2. To deafen a crowd: This is probably Kira's favorite, and most used attack. This attack is a large scale attack, taking the shape of a sphere, with her guitar being the center. By creating a vibration on her percious guitar, by her hand or another's, like the others, will activate this ability, should she choose to put energy into it. Depending on how big of an explosion she wants to make depends on the amount of reiatsu she uses. The minimum she can use on this in 300, which creates a sound ball that pushes everything away from her guitar, that has equal to or less str than Kira's str, with the blast radius being 7 feet all around. doubling the cost will increase both the blast zone, and the class, putting it at a 20 foot blast zone, and class 3. And finally, spending 1200 reiatsu on this attack will bring the blast up to 100 feet, increase the damage output to 150% of her str, and bring the class of this attack to 1.
3. Searing Sound: Searing Sound is a scatter shot type attack, again, created by a vibration on her guitar. When activated, her guitar launches ten small flaming red sound bubbles, each about the size of baseballs. By trading most of their power, these little guys have wicked speed, with each having only about 1/4 her str, but moving at a pace of 600. When these suckers hit something, the explode again, with the same strength that they hit with. While an individual ball might not have the same power that most of her other attacks do, if hit by two balls or more at the same time, the impact damage will be increased, by however many balls hit that person or object. Cost, 100 reiatsu.
Bankai
1. Wicked tunes: Kira can activate this ability whenever she creates a vibration through her guitar or microphone. This takes the form of a dome of sound surrounding Kira and by proxy, her island. This dome has the same strength as she does, and will hit whatever touches it with the same amount of force. It is also paper thin, meaning that it is still able to be punctured, but any attack that manages to do so will be reduced by the strength of the dome, or in the case of people, will get hit with that same strength. This ability keeps the island up for one post. This ability costs 300 reiatsu per three posts.
2. Knock'em dead: This ability is her favorite attack while in bankai. By making vibrations through either her guitar or microphone, she creates a massive explosion of sound, with strength equal to 125% of her strength. This explosion always goes the same distance, no matter where she stands on her island. It will always start off from her, and travel to the edge of her floating landmass. This will shove away anything off the island, save for anything that was apart of the land in the first place, like trees, or rocks, save for artificially created trees or rocks. This ability costs 400 reiatsu to use, and keeps the island floating for three posts.
3. Exploding notes: This ability is a very dangerous ability. By strumming her cords, she shoots out thirty music notes made of sound, each pitch black in color. These are fast, each one moving at a speed of 800, firing from her guitar like a shotgun blast. Each ball has half of her str, and once they touch something, they explode with strength that is twice that. When launched from the bottom of the island, they rain down at random. This ability costs 200 reiatsu to be used, and will keep the island in the air for 2 posts.]
Other Techniques: [Technique Name: [Shunpo (Flash Steps)]
Class: 7
Technique Type: Kido
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
A movement technique that allows the user to move faster than the eye can follow. The focal point that determines the bases of this technique is speed. As speed is the main point of the technique the method is best characterized by how fast one can get from point A to point B in the least amount of steps. Training and skill are what determines how fast a user of Shunpo can move; those of little skill in the technique or those who haven't used it an extended amount of time would obviously be out of practice, causing those individuals to be considerably slower, which requires the use of more steps to move the same distance and become winded far easier in a shorter amount of time. A single step magnifies speed for that step by 10 times. Uses 50 Reiatsu per step. This one is automatically learned in the academy. ALL shinigami know this when created. This technique does not take up a technique slot.
How to use technique:
A focus of reishi around the feet area, and then launching off into a single step which blurs, not unlike teleportation in appearance, except it is simply extremely fast movement. Often used to gain an edge in a single moment of combat, or to dodge incoming attacks. ]
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-History-
Birthplace: [North America]
Current Residence: [Soul society]
History: [She woke up to a loud pounding in her head, a clear sign of how much she drank last night. She winced as she slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings, holding her head as she did so. A few posters on the walls, a desk near the door, and a hateful sun glaring at her through the window. Yep. She had no idea where she was. Silently groaning, she quickly grabbed her clothing from the floor and put them on. She only took about a minute, even with the hangover, and started heading towards the window. She was halfway through the window, when she heard a moan from the bed she was in. Taking that as her cue to leave, she stuck her tongue out, flipped him the bird, used her bringer light to vanish before he could really see her.
She walked down the street, silently laughing at the poor guy, while trying to fight off the pain. It was a usual Saturday morning for her, nothing she hadn't done before. Her name was *****, and she absolutely hated her name. The year was 1958, and it was a bright day. Far too bright for her current hangover, she thought to herself. ***** was from a very strict family. Her parents expected great things from her. Meaning they expected her to get hitched to the richest guy I could find. She visibly sneered at that. If they thought she was was going to be a trophy wife, they were GRAVELY mistaken. Her friends would help her dig the holes too.
As she walked, she tried to remember what happened last night, but the only bits she could remember is downing half a keg of some weak s*** someone tried to pass off as beer, and then heading back with some tall albino dude. She wasn't sure if she made him up or not, but it isn't like it mattered at this point, she didn't have the time to deal with guys like him. Deciding to speed up her walk, she decided to use her bringer light a few times to arrive on the porch a house The house was a one story home with a basement on the edge of a forest. Opening the door resulted is a resounding slam, as the door smashed into the wall of the home, grabbing the attention of the three occupants of the house.
Her eyes flew open, as she gasped in total shock, as she searched her surroundings. The most she could tell, was that she was in a forest of some sort. Shakly climbing to her feet, she began checking herself. She found that, instead of her usual black metal garb, she was dressed in a short kimono. A very, VERY short kimono. The end of it didn't ever reach half way down her thigh. She was starting to get self conscience. But more than that, she was pissed. Some stupid F***, THOUGHT HE COULD GET AWAY WITH DUMPING ME OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS!? She immediately started searching for the nearest town with her energy sensing, only barely finding one on the edge of her senses. With her target acquired, she took off towards civilization using her bringer light.
Or, she tried to at least. Her powers that he had for most of her life were gone. The realization hit her like.... like who? She had a friend who could hit like a truck, why couldn't she remember his name?! She was becoming panicked, trying to remember what had happened, holding her head tightly. Who was she? Why was she here!? She threw her head back and screamed, but it came out more as a roar, with her energy crushing the trees around her. For the upteenth time in under ten minutes, her eyes flew open in shock, and delicately put her hand to her throat. Why did it feel so weird to be able to scream? Smashing down the deep confusion, she decided to just walk towards the village, letting her spiritual pressure rage about like an angry storm for the journey.
TWO HOURS LATER!
The read head was scowling in anger. She had yet to remember how she got here, and even anything about herself in general. It was pissing her off so badly. She swung her fist into a tree in her direct path, uprooting it, and sending it flying, knocking down a few more on the way. She snickered at that. While she herself couldn't remember anything about her life, her body sure seemed to make up for her empty head. She felt stronger than anyone had any right to be. A loud growling suddenly filled the air, causing the young woman to take a fighting stance. A second growling made her realize that it was only her body telling her to feed it. She sighed in slight disappointment.
She decided to hoof it to the town. After another ten minutes, she arrived at the edge of the.... village? What the f***?! When she stepped back into civilisation, it looked more like she took a step back in time. Dirt roads, wooden houses, and everyone was dressed in a similar manner as she was. Was this some kind of cult town? Well where ever she was didn't matter. She would get some food, and cave the skulls of whoever told her no. Relying on her pathetic sense of smell to guide her, she managed to find some food a little later.
Or at least, she found a place that definitely sold food. Most bars tended to sell more than just drinks anyway, and she could smell the alcohol in the air, even this far outside the place. Cracking a winning smirk, she walked up to the doors, hearing muffled music right behind it. Show time. Kicking down the door off its hinges, the music stopped, as all eyes turned to her. As expected, the room was packed with big, hairy, drunken excuses for bandits, and the few women hanging off of them. What a bunch of losers.
Seemingly ignoring the stares, she walked over to the counter to take a seat. She smiled a cheeky grin at the barkeep, who only gave her an angry glare in return. She tapped the counter twice, making a motion of drinking, and a second of eating, letting him know what she wanted without speaking. This caused the man to glare even harder. "And you think I'm gonna feed you after you break down my door?!" He said in a language she didn't understand, turning her expression to one of confusion, tilting her head to the side to further emphasise her point.
A large hand grabbed her shoulder, and spun her around on the swivel stool. She grinned smugly at him, waiting for the inevitable. His hand quickly grasped at her throat, as he lifted her above his head. "Do you know what you just did?" He asked rhetorically. She answered anyway with the shake of her head as a no. "You just broke the door to our bar. That deserves a punishment, don't ya think boys!?" He called out to his merry band of drinkers, all yelling out in agreement. Her smug smile turned wicked, as her eyes filled with a dark mirth.
"So, get on yer knees and star-""KAYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The sound of her laughter interrupted whatever he was about to say. Her smile lost all traces of smug and was now full on predatory. Her hand shot forward to grab the left side of his head. Her thumb impaled itself in the man's skull, causing him to let loose a blood curtling scream of pain. Pulling his head forward, kissing him deeply. She grabbed his tongue with her teeth, and ripped it from his mouth, letting out a spray of blood to hit the bar behind her. Her let her go in shock, as he slowly died of blood loss.
As she landed on her feet, the leader landed on his back dead, leaving a pregnant silence in his wake. She just stood there, waiting expectantly. She tilted her head up slightly, looking even more devious, before spitting out the leader's removed, still bleeding tongue. It landed on his chest. Everyone looked towards the appendage, then to her. She stood there, leaning on her hip with her hand resting on it, smirking. Their eyes slowly narrowed from shork, into rage, before bellowing out in rage and charging at her. Her eyes flew open in delight, as she charged right back, cackling madly for her blood bath.
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It's been nearly sixty five years since that fight, and the gangs have been fairly off an on since then. After that, she became a sort of guard that the town employed whenever something bad happened. Like last month, when some albino dude got into some trouble with the locals. She made sure she got a good chunk of money out of that, cause he was a slippery guy. Either way, overtime the girl noticed that she wasn't aging, or at least not by much. She was eighteen when she arrived here, and now she looked twenty one.
She was sitting on her usual seat at the bar, drinking the day away like she did everyday for the last sixty odd years, not expecting anything unusual to happen, something she'd fix tomorrow, when surprise, something happened. She heard a boom from outside, and smiled as she got up. Strutting outside, she immediately saw the problem; the new guy was trying to do her job, though that might be a good thing right now. Three hollows in the middle of the road, and he was holding them off for now. She ran over to him and shoulder checked the closest hollow, knocking it back about five feet.
The two fought on, as she silently regretted her choice in home. But even with the fact that they might die, she was grinning. If she had to die, she was at least taking these things down with her! The two fought on for nearly half an hour, and they were barely holding their own. Eventually she stumbled, and a hollow took its chance to attack. A spiked claw flew towards her. Her eyes widened then closed, knowing that this was it. Then she fell face first into the dirt, as a clang reverberated in her ears.
Kira opened her eyes and looked up. Above her was a man clad in black, holding the hollow claw back with a katana. He was a shinigami. Her smile turned feral, as she got back up to join back in the fight. It took them three minutes to finish off the skull faced ghosts. The reaper offered the two of them a ride to the seireitei for the assistance in dealing with the hollows. Kira Gave him a nod, as did the white haired man. The journey took nearly a week, but she was finally there. Soon, she would become a shinigami. And then, she'd rock the world.]