Arantima Aoire - Shinigami

[Arantima Kawada]

-Opening-

Password 1: Moron Points

Password 2: Long Live the King

Type: Soul Specialist 2

Squad: Squad 10

Rank: Class 8 "Training Tier"

-Basic Information-

Name: Arantima Aoire (Ah-rahn-TIMA  ow-REh)

Age of Death: Died at the age of 17

Real Age/Age of Appearance: 720 / Appears to be 21

Birthday (Month/Day): June 10th

Blood Type: O Negative

RP Sample

Arantima sat in the field with the rest of his class, his gaze shifted from each student to the next watching them draw their Katana based Zanpakuto and lay them flat across their lap going into a meditative state, every 2 days for 4 hours he had sat in this class with his knuckle dusters nestled on his lap as well trying to talk to his Zanpakuto and failed. This was one of the primary reasons he had been held back one year in the academy, the inability to even communicate a single word to or understand a word from his Zanpakuto. This had gotten his instructor thinking near the end of the third year and prompted him to bring in a Basic Training Zanpkuto for Tima to use, however when Tima took hold of the Zanpkuto it began to vibrate loudly before the blade shattered with a roar. The shattered pieces on the floor flew about and melted into several small storms, a little pile of frost, puddles of water and a spot of ash. The instructor was curious about this development, it seemed to him that Tima had a need of finding his Asauchi which already existed within the sword he carried and simply needed to let itself be known.

As Arantima sat and watched the other students, he saw a few of them place their hands on the blade or the pommel of their Zanpkuto and tilted his head curiously Why had I not thought of that? his gaze flowed down slowly to his sword and touched the pommel, within moments a loud rumbling roar that at first he could not discern from distant thunder engulfed his mind and he took his hands away from his Zanpakuto in fear. The voice was not gentle, the voice was not kind or welcoming, what he heard was a challenge "Come into your world and face me, Face the dragon of the Calm Sea and Cloudy sky". Tima sat staring at his Zanpakuto for a good hour after that, just to process. Tima took a deep breath and in one quick motion grabbed his sword and held it tight in both hands before going completely rigid as his consciousness went inward to explore his own self.

Tima found himself settled in a seated position slightly hovering in the air, and something within himself said to stand on his own two feet. His eyes remained closed as his feet reached out for the ground and found a slightly wet yet stable surface, then as he opened his eyes he scrambled backward as he found himself to be standing on the surface of a seemingly endless sea. He found quickly however that the surface of this sea was to him as stone, impenetrable and safe to walk upon. The Place he was in was calm, quiet and to Arantima, quite perfect to lay back and relax. When he removed his Academy Kimono to do just that however he found the Kimono sank to the bottom of the sea, while it did not bother him at first soon after there was a loud roaring peel of thunder accompanied by a voice in the sky "Retrieve your Kimono from my Temple Arantima, and come face me."

-Appearance-

Height/Weight

5 feet, 5 Inches Tall. He weighs in just over 150 pounds

Physical Description

At Five Feet Five inches he isn't the worlds tallest person ever, some might call him a bit short, some might say average. His skin is Tanned to a nice shade of light coffee, with an almost Leathery appearance this is surprisingly soft to the touch. He has a well defined form even if its easy to tell that he enjoys fried food a bit, his muscles are easily noted especially in his chest and arms. When he moves his motions are heavy, stepping with loud clomping motions that seem natural to him.

His hair reaches down to lower edge of his shoulder blades, golden strands of almost silk that splay down along his back freely until he is ready for a fight, then it is tied up into a long tail. His eyes are Jade green and have a gentleness to them when he looks at just about anyone. This can quickly change however, when his hair is up that gentle gaze is replaced by a biting harshness that can seem heavy, almost predatory.

He Wears the usual Shinigami Hakama pants, but his upper robe is open front and hooded. He doesn't wear any undershirt and the tradition obi sash has been replaced with a three section leather belt. His Right forearm is covered with a solid leather bracer that is strung tight with leather straps on the upper and lower sections to keep it tight to his arm.

-Personality-

Dislikes

Liars - Arantima Can not stand when he is lied to. If he knows the lie he will confront it head on, if he finds out about it after the lie was successful he will remember and it will come back to bite the Liar eventually.

Fresh vegetables - Arantima Does not care for the taste of fresh or uncooked vegetables.. Never has since he was younger and alive. Something about the Chrunch and earthy taste sit unpleasantly on his tongue.

Plain Milk - Likewise to the Vegetables, Milk is an unpleasant flavor to him, not the consistency just the flavor, its too light, not enough backbone to itself. To him its a half measure at a drink.

Dishonorable behavior - There is something to be said about a Basic Code of honor. Never telling a lie, Never throwing the First punch in a fight with another Shinigami. Never try and cheat an honest man when doing business. Any man who can not be said to be honorable by the basest definition of it is not a man Arantima can be around comfortably.

Womanizers - This has to deal with how he was raised and the conditions he was raised in. A Woman may of course do as she likes, or even do as she needs to keep her family fed and housed. Any man who takes advantage of a woman's situation for his own gain, or treats women as somehow lesser are not tolerated.

Greed - This Lays in with the Dishonorable behavior slightly but with a more focused spectrum. Any person driven by monetary gain over helping those in need is abhorrent.

Likes

Fried food - Arantima has a well know fondness for anything tempura fried. His favorite Restaurants might even say that if you fried a rock Tima may be tempted to try and eat it.

Sweet Cream - Alongside his affinity for Fried foods, He adores the taste of sweet cream, Never in large amounts but in smaller Sake shot sizes.

Generosity - At any chance Arantima will opt for helping out those in need over any other choice, he reveres this trait in others. This can lead to him being rather poor pocket money wise, but he knows that helping another can be often times better than helping yourself.

The Rukongai - Arantima has spent a long time in the Rukongai, and has developed a special love for it in almost it's entirety. He even loves to travel some of the farther districts for their more colorful people. He Spends a lot of his off time wandering it's streets and visiting his Tree to give it a good whack in nostalgia.

Young Women - When you grow up the son of a courtesan.. you hang out with many many attractive women in scant clothing flirting every which direction, as such it is difficult to grow up without a slightly over-active libido.

Battle - Arantima may be a calm man in every other aspect save when it comes to battle.. He becomes a demon, ready to break bones and cripple bodies. This doesn't seem to actually bother Tima as he views it as plainly natural, Battle is one of the few times when unadulterated violence is called for afterall.

Flaws
 

Brutally Honest - Arantima will always speak his mind. This is both a good and a Bad thing, good in tat he will never lie, bad in that he will always tell the truth. Fat is fat, ugly is ugly, weak is weak, and pitiful is pitiful. He Holds no words back, so it is most often best to either not ask him or only ask if you are prepared for that brutal honesty.

Vengeful - When an opponent gets away, or someone hurts his friends when he is not around, Arantima seethes. His Anger wells up and can be almost felt in the air like an oncoming Storm. He most often lets his anger show in these moments, letting it be known how he feels, but it when he is silent and soothing to the one hurt or appears to accept the enemy's escape that danger looms most.

Soft in the middle - As toned as his arms may be, Arantima's like of Cream and fried foods shows.. His mid section is far from flabby but it is not nearly as toned as it should be.

Overconfident - The Truth of his lips and mind extends to everyone, save himself. Getting Tima To back down is difficult, his confidence in his own skills borders on the idiotic. He knows his abilities but believes himself capable of pushing himself harder and further to take down an enemy that would fell a soul reaper of his own strength.

Habits

 
Impure thoughts - Arantima Often daydreams.. Not his proudest moments of course but he finds his mind wandering to thoughts of women, dancing or swimming or laying in the sun.. Uhh What were we talking about again?

Throat Singing / Humming- Being from Mongolian descent he learned the art of throat singing when he was alive. if he is ever bored or there is an odd bit of uneasy silence he will begin to sing in his Mongolian style, but most often it just comes out as a hushed buzz like humming.

Hand in his pockets - Arantima has a terrible habit of keeping his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hooded robe, often looking down at his feet as he walks, and struggling to keep eye contact during conversation.

Tongue click - when he can't think of something to actually say, he will often click his tongue and nod once or twice, either that or shake his head depending on the mood.

Fears

Harming an innocent - Arantima can be sadistically Violent when he fights, and this could potentially lead to him harming someone innocent someday, this would devastate Arantima

Impure Thoughts - He is afraid that one day his daydreams will go too far. or even worse if they do and it ruins a friendship. He often will keep his gaze cast down and away from a woman he is talking to becuase of this fear.

Being Tricked again - Arantima Fears that he will be lied to again by soemoen seeking to harm him and that it will cause him harm again, maybe even death. He keeps himself reserved becuase of this fear, Not letting himself attach to others too quickly.

Goals

Mastering his Soul - He knows that a shinigami's weapon is linked directly to his or her soul, so he seeks to master himself in the spiritual aspect, mastering and becoming one with his Zanpakuto.

Meeting a nice girl - He doesn't Really want to get married, but he does desire to have a girl in his life who will love him, sister like love or otherwise.

Becoming Vice Captain of Squad 10 - The life of a Captain doesn't sit well with him. But having a purpose to assist a great leader like that would be one of his greatest desires come true.

Alignment

Passive Good

Overall Personality

It doesn't matter who, what, how you are. Arantima does not make quick knee-jerk judgements based on these things. Arantima will instead form his opinion based on the actions of those he meets, how they treat him and others. He will never judge another for acting how they do, never say "you are scum" or anything similar, for him each person has their life. this however doesn't stop him from standing in the way of those he deems evil. Liars are an exception to this rule, a Liar is Abhorrent and will be ignored or avoided at the best of times and if possible even confronted, violently if need be.

His overall mood is that of Apathy, at least to those who obsere him. His Emotions tend to be very reserved and tempered smiling is a rarity and if you can get him to you had better take a picture it might be another hundred years before it happens again. Unless of course he is fighting.. When he is fighting he allows himself to "Cut loose" as he describes it and truly work himself into a frenzy of emotions, mostly Anger but Joy and excitement as well.

He finds himself getting along better with women than he does men, as his past experiences with men in his life were absolutely terrible. He Likes younger woman especially, whether they are truly younger than him or if they are just simply younger in appearance. This does not mean that he cannot get along with men just simply that he doesn't prefer their company. He does reserve himself in social interactions the first few times, especially around women as he fears that he will say thew wrong thing or look in the wrong place and be taken as a Lecherous fool, and with men he doesn't want to build trust too swiftly. He is constantly battling the fear that he may be Lied to again and this can cause some issues getting into a friendship.

He is as you may guess from the above, a Loner most often but can crave the presence of others which creates an odd dilemma within his mind. He will train in the same area as others without interacting for this very reason, figuring training can be excused as a reason for not being talkative or seeming disconnected from those around you. He will Try and strike up conversation but he is not the best conversationalist.

-Powers-

Fighting Style

Arantima is a very aggressive fighter, almost like a Cornered Badger with a sadistic grin on his face the entire time he is doing it. His movements are fast and erratic, but his defenses fall to the wayside s a result of it. He is useless at parrying a blow,  never being able to grasp the concept of a good parry that actually allowed him to attack afterward. To Compensate for this he tends to rely on his speed to allow him the time to dodge such dangerous blows.

When released he uses a Mix between Mongolian wrestling, Boxing and Ninja Taijitsu to create this animistic style of fighting that is hard to follow at least in terms of blocking or countering his blows, but when he is attacking there is no chance for him to defend in most cases. He is fast and limber so he may try dodging, but when you have to be twice as close as the other guy to fight you usually come out with some deep cuts. Aranima seems to have this odd obsession with getting cut in a fight, he sees the blood cloud the opponents vision with confidence, and knows that they lie to themselves that it clouds his own vision with pain. How could they be more wrong, To Tima a cut is just a signal for him to fight harder, hit harder, win faster and be better.

Arantima Typically Starts a fight in a relaxed state, throwing his opponent off guard with how nonchalant he is being about the whole thing. His Zanpakuto sitting in his left hand, his off-hand, in a relaxed state. He typically Would open with a Release of Naga, but when this isn't available to him he will rush forward with Shunpo, often times leaving his Robe behind himself, fighting Shirtless as he loves to try and strike fear into his opponent. However most might attribute this to a desire to "Look cool" more than scaring anyone.

When he can Release his Shikai he slowly draws his hands up and takes a rigid stance, much like a monk meditating as the Thunder rolls in with his sword held in his thumbs before he utters the Release phrase and the blade shatters forming into his bracers. He Will flip back his hood and look up into the sky as he starts to laugh, ruffling his hair and letting it get messy before using Shunpo to close the distance between himself and his opponent. As He does so his Clouds begin to form, changing based on the chosen Weather type for the battle. Tima Has mere moment before his battle rage takes him to Choose his desired Storm, once a storm is chosen for a fight he will not chance it unless he is loosing horribly, Useing Kamu arashi if his blows seem to be landing but useless but that is the onyl time he will change a chosen storm in combat.

Zanpakutou Spirit Appearance

An eastern Dragon that is about 6 feet long nose to tail, comes up to about Arantima's waist when on all four legs, and his chest on just the back two. This is a Dragon with Attitude, and a penchant for playing games with Arantima that often end up with Arantima getting hurt. This Zanpakuto Spirit speaks with a voice like Rolling thunder, causing the Temple walls to shake if he does not take care to keep his voice down, and yet sounds much like uncle Iro from Avatar the Last air-bender (Not the live action mind you). He constantly Strives to keep Arantima in Shape with his "Games", keeping him ready for any danger, at the same time trying to teach him that attacks can come from anywhere even from within.

Inner World

Arantima's inner world is Constantly cloudy, with soft gentle rolling thunder in the distance. There is no land, only pure water that is sweet when tasted and cool to the touch. In this World he walks the surface of the water without disturbing its surface and enjoys the calm misty air. However when he is troubled the air turns stormy and the sea rages and roils. The thunder claps loudly and lightning strikes in the clouds and sky. Deep down under the Sea lies a temple that only Arantima may enter, the doors open and the water dares not even allow a drop over the threshold, for this is the Realm of Rasan Naga.

Zanpakutou Appearances

Arantima's Zanpakuto is a Long and thick blade, much like Broken swords blade from Jet-li's Hero. He carries it tied to his hip at all times, even when resting or away from the seireitei. The blade is scarred and chipped, looking ancient and worn but the edge is still sharp as any blade in the Soul society.


"Roar like thunder and Shred.. Naga!" , this command phrase is spoken while arantima is holding the blade infront himself between his thumbs, one hand at the op one hand near the guard and plams against the flat of the blade. When it is finished his sword shatters and forges itself onto his wrists and Ankles into black bracers with a Dragon design that will flicker with the element of the storm he is currently useing. Blue for Frost, White for Wind, Red for fire, And the two Rain Storms are both green. The bracers come up only to his hand and dont cover his fist but he can still use them to block if required.

Zanapkutou Release Names

Shikai release - "Roar like thunder and Shred.. Naga!"

Overall Ability

Rasan nage is a Storm based Zanpaktuo, minus many of the lightning effects. When released the sky is darkened with black rain clouds either producing a gentle rain drizzle or allowing a cool mist to rise from the ground, or a White cloud of Ash that can burn. Naga has the ability to direct the Air shredding pressures of thunder in concentrated arcs or even balls of intense pressure and force. Rasan Naga creates intense blows from its abnormal weight for how small the Forms are.
 
Naga when released into Shikai has Basic Manipulation of "thunderous" pressure waves, and Can create storms based on several Elements depending on the situation. Rasan Naga is known also as " The storm Dragon" And it shows as the Zanpakuto is capable of summoning Wind, Rain, Frost, Mist, and Even storms of volcanic ash clouds. The Zanpakuto specializes is dealing with a large area all at once, even though it is limited to Arantima only being able to target a single foe at a time.

Zanpakuto Techniques

Shikai Techniques

Doragonzureiji - "When the Dragons Rage in heaven, the Sky above the mortal realms peel and tear in fear."

The Dragons Rage is Naga's most basic Technique. Arantima's Bracers Begin to vibrate and a Spark of electricity arcs between them creating a Thunder wave.He Then Catches this wave and condenses it down into a Ball, forcing its direction of release towards Arantima's opponent. The effect is quite deadly as it travels at 900 Speed. Impact based on Arantima's Spiritual attack stat.

Cost -  150

Weakness - When using the Dragons Roar Arantima is Channeling the essence of Lightning, while not calling it down or expelling it from his system in an attack, he is aligning himself perfectly for the energy to flow into Naga. This takes a moment to concentrate for and is a " Single strike". The moment before a Roar can be crucial and exploited as it leaves him wide open, his stance must be just right or the Thunder wave will just dissipate uselessly around him and his foe.



Haisui Ame - "Despair is a fine rain that Saps even the greatest warriors Might"

The Rainstorm that forms when Naga is released is Filled with Tima's own Reiatsu and works to erode the Reiatsu of any opponent inside the storm. the Rain clouds cover an area of about 1200 square feet Centered on Arantima in one Centered on Arantima in one contiguous square that can not be broken into pieces or if created inside a building, fills the rooms ceiling, but it only Rains When Tima wills it to. This storm Follows Arantima at his base speed regardless of what speed Arantima may be moving at, it likewise does not begin to follow until he is at the edge of the effect and steps outside of it. While an opponent sits inside the rain they are drained of their Reiatsu for each post they make that ends with them still in the pouring rain. Running inside of a building or out of one if The fight started inside will end the draining effect.

If Arantima follows the fleeing target the Rain clouds will follow so long as he does not change from an interior to an exterior location. if Arantima changes locations, going inside or outside when he started the opposite the rain clouds take 2 posts to reform in the new area before he can cause it to rain once more.

Any enemy within the rain is drained of 125 Reiatsu each post they end within the rains influence.

Cost - 100 per post

Weakness - The rain can be fled from quite easily, all you have to do is go inside and force him to reform the cloud cover and then run back outside to force him to reform it again, repeating the process over and over. The Rain can also be "Resisted" as the droplets are made of Reiatsu, anyone with a superior Spiritual attack stat can create a "bubble" around themselves where the rain cannot penetrate. Haisui Ame, Kamu Arashi, Asshukuraudo, Kuraudobāsuto and Hama Noe May not be used at the same time.


Kamu Arashi - "The storm Fuels my Rage, can you feel the hate?"

The Raging storm is an evolution of the Haisui Ame. The Rain gets heavier, thicker and more harsh as it begins to buffet his opponent and anyone within the 1200 square foot radius, Centered on Arantima in one contiguous square that can not be broken up into peices. This storm Follows Arantima at his base speed regardless of what speed Arantima may be moving at, it likewise does not begin to follow until he is at the edge of the effect and steps outside of it. While in the storm, opponents feel as though they're being pressed down with a force equal to Arantima's offensive stat. If they have an offensive stat equal to 50% of Arantima's offensive stat, then they can stand and move around, but only at half speed, still fighting against the pressure of it. And if they have superior strength, they can fight as normal.

To those inside the rainstorm it is like being on the edge of the eye of a Hurricane, the wind forces and water volume are immense and taxing, draining the strength from their bodies, while seeming to feed the rage inside Arantima. The Rain induces a Rage inside Arantima, As that rage gets worse his strength increases. Arantima's Strength increases by 50 each post, up to 2x his base strength, no higher.

Cost  - 125 per post

Weakness - Much like Haisui Ame before it Kamu Arashi can be fled from by entering a building, With the same time frames for reforming clouds. To create a bubble of safety The opponent must have a superior spiritual attack stat . Haisui Ame, Kamu Arashi, Asshukuraudo, Kuraudobāsuto and Hama Noe May not be used at the same time.


Hama Noe - "The mist clings, but do not cling to it for it will shred your soul"


The Rain From Kamu Arashi or Haisui Ame dies down and the ground is covered in a waist high thick mist. the mist is super cooled and Freezing to the touch, creating frost on all who touch it save for Arantimain in a 1200 square foot radius Centered on Arantima in one contiguous square that can not be broken into pieces. This storm Follows Arantima at his base speed regardless of what speed Arantima may be moving at, it likewise does not begin to follow until he is at the edge of the effect and steps outside of it. The mist does not leave the edge of the Cloud cover, which like Kamu Arashi ends abruptly at its edge. The Mist is almost like walking through water, only it parts more easily around motion making it not hinder motion, however when the Ability is first used the Misty dragon that usually wraps itself around his body slithers down into the Mist and disappears.

The Dragon Roils through the mist, slithering around through it like a shark in deep water waiting for Arantima to guide its fury. The Dragon Follows Arantima's Spiritual commands on where to move and flow but Arantima must make a physical movement in order to command it to attack. When the dragon does attack it can come from any point in the mist and attacks at a speed of 900. The Attack itself doesn't do much as the Dragon condenses into frost, wreathing the Struck foe in a thick crust of frost. This frost is the same that clings to anything covered in the mist, so an enemy that falls down under the mist would be covered in it as well.

A foe Covered in this Frost can be Shattered by Arantima's Spiritual Pressure, He need only touch the Target with his palm. A Foe covered in one layer of frost Must be touched Three times, A Foe covered in two layers must be touched twice and a Foe covered in three layers of Frost must only be touched once.

Cost - 125 Per post to keep the mist active, an extra 100 to Cause the dragon to charge.

Weakness - The layers of frost can be removed through is is taxing slightly to do so. The person or creature covered in frost must expend an amount of Reiatsu equal to half of Arantima's Spiritual Attack stat. The Frost can also be burned away by any fire based attacks. Leaving the Cloud cover also removes the frost instantly. Running inside does not End the frost effect but would allow you to escape the mist until Arantima entered the room and allowed the mist to creep inside.  Haisui Ame, Kamu Arashi, Asshukuraudo, Kuraudobāsuto and Hama Noe May not be used at the same time.


Kuraudobāsuto - "The Clouds Burst in heaven and tear the sky asunder"

The clouds all but disappear from overhead if he was previously utilizing Haisui Ame, Kamu Arashi Or Hama Noe, returning the weather to normal. The wind however kicks up into a localized Gale, and a harsh roaring sound accompanies this wind. While this is active Arantima may Force himself into the air and fly as if surfing on the back of an undulating Eastern dragon. This allows him to fly even within the soul society or other places where Shinigami can not normally. The Wind flow Travels at a Speed equal to Arantima's speed

Arantima may also Create small Twisters on the ground as large as a man, attacking with a Speed of 700 the twister will buffet and raise the target into the sky, slamming them back down onto the ground, impact based off of Arantima's Spiritual Attack stat.

Cost - 75 per post 125 to create a Twister

Weakness - Arantima Can be knocked off of his Air flow by simply being hit, and if he is he cannot catch himself on another until he lands on the ground.. That is going to hurt, and the higher he is the worse it will hurt. Taking as much of a hit from the fall as he took from the blow that knocked him off. Haisui Ame, Kamu Arashi, Asshukuraudo, Kuraudobāsuto and Hama Noe May not be used at the same time.


Asshukuraudo - "Even Fire Can create a Cloud.. A Cloud of Caustic, Choking ash.. Can you stand the heat?"

Arantima Takes a moment and Rolls his shoulders as the Ambient temperature Raises and over-head thick and fluffy clouds with a rocky texture begin to form and cover a 1200 square foot radius, Centered on Arantima in one contiguous square that can not be broken into peices. This storm Follows Arantima at his base speed regardless of what speed Arantima may be moving at, it likewise does not begin to follow until he is at the edge of the effect and steps outside of it. Mere moments after the clouds form the sky begins to rain sulfuric Ash and a Yellow-red tinged lightning streaks inside the cloud cover, never touching ground however.

The Ash covers everything under the cloud cover and is hot to the touch, like touching a warm iron getting ready to cook with before it is too hot to handle. As Arantima Steps through the ash however Little fires begin where he had stepped. If Arantima's Hands come in contact with his opponent where ash is clinging to them the area Explodes with fire, though the fire does not linger as it does on the ground, eating through the ash on them swiftly. Each time a foe is physically struck by Arantima They are also burned over the area struck for 50% of his Spiritual Attack stat when the opponent is fully covered in ash, 25% when the opponent is only covered in 2 posts worth of Ash and just 10% when they are covered in 1 post worth of Ash. Each Strike Removes 1 layer of ash from the struck area.

Cost - 125 per post

Weakness - The Ash takes 3 posts to Cover a Body completely and it can be brushed off in 2 posts, resetting the Post count to Cover their body in ash again. The Ash covers the entire body with each post and can be removed from the entire body by brushing it off in 2 posts. However when struck the ash is removed from 1 zone of the body at a time, The Head, Right arm, Left arm, Torso, Left leg, right leg. There will be a post template at the bottom of each post to keep track of each zone individually.

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.




Technique Name: Hado #4: Byakurai (Pale Lightning)

Class: 7

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: Thunder

Technique Description and Effects: The user fires a concentrated, powerful lightning bolt from their finger that pierces a target.

How to use technique: Speak the spell and point hand at the target.

Incantation and Effect: "Arise god of thunder! Awake mother of storms! Unleash the lighting on the sinners!" When the incantation is spoken, the Reiatsu Strength used to determine the power of Byakurai is increased by 10%. (i.e. 100 Reiatsu Strength is treated as 110.)



Technique Name: [Bakudo #8: Seki (Repulse)]

Class: [7]

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects:

Creates a small round shield of typically orange reiatsu along the user's wrist, not unlike small shields used with broad swords. Typically useless against Kido, this shield repulses low level physical strikes, and sends electricity back into the attacker to result in low level paralysis and temporary numbness.

How to use technique:

Can be instantaneously cast, but is very brittle and weak without incantation and name being spoken. Lasts only mere seconds upon creation, and paralysis does not work on those with superior spiritual strength.

Incantation and Effect:

Incantation allows shield to last up to twenty seconds at any one time, and increases its strength by 10%. (I.E. A reiatsu strength valued at 100 would instead be worth 110.) "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then seize your own throat!"

-History-

Birthplace

Arantima Was Born to Chinua a Mongol Woman living in a small village on the side of the Silkroad in the Days of Kublai khan, Grandson of the Great Ghengis. it was at this small town that a Dutch trader who had earned the rights to trade along the Silk road stopped with his caravan for a night of drinking and celebrating a good sale some days ago. The Dutch trader was simply known as Bekoring, or as his Caravan mates shortened it to Bekor, it was said among his caravan that this man could sell dirt to a farmer and make a profit with his Charms

Current Residence

Arantima Currently Resides In The 33rd West Rukon district, under a tree in a Small secluded Section of the district hat people have taken to calling "Doragonzutsurī" Or "The Dragons Tree", because if you came within ear shot the tree always seemed to be roaring, when in fact it was simply Tima striking it and grunting and groaning as he did so.

Memorable Figures

Sabotai - An Elderly Shinigami who helped Train Arantima From time to time in the past. A Wizened old man one couldn't imagine seeing much power displayed from him but it is from him that Arantima learned of the concept of " The oncoming storm" You don't judge a fighter based on his appearance or he will roll onto you like a thunderhead and shatter you.

Chinua - Arantima's Mother. She was a Courtesan.. pretty word for a whore. She Worked tirelessly to ensure her and her son had a life outside of abject poverty. They were not comfortable as one could hope to be but they were not out on the streets either.

Unknown Shinigami - The Shinigami who sent Arantima's Soul to the Soul society through Konso never gave the boy his name, only a warm smile and a flashed grin. Telling him he would be safe. Arantima still remember the face well, Black waist length hair and Sharp Blue eyes, he carried a Tanto-like blade which he only later found out was odd.

History

Age 0 - 17

Arantima was born While Bekor was away, and he was away for almost an entire year. When he was born Arantima had whispy blond hair and pair of jade green eyes, the strangest combination his mother had ever seen. After six months Chinua had almost given up on seeing Bekor again but with a passing caravan came a small toy for Tima and a note telling her he couldn't wait to see his boy, even if it wasn't really his. In that year Arantima grew rapidly and was well kept after with his father sending money to help them along, however his mother still worked as needed. This stayed with Tima throughout much of his childhood, his real father gone for very long stretches of time and his mother openly bedding many other men, but when his father was there he saw love between his parents. This led him down the path to never judge what you do not live, for no one can understand what they do not see first hand. His mother and father always taught him never to lie, this was especially important for the sort of relationship those two had and it was obvious, there was no room for lies and any hint of a lie could mean disaster.

His mother would always make note to point out liars and tell Tima to pay attention to these stories they tell and watch what happens when it finally caught up. This occurred several times as he was growing into his teens, Men would lie to women about anything and everything trying to impress, and when they got caught up most were left embarrassed, or the really bad liars had drink in their lap instead of the warm body of a woman. There was one lie in Tima's life however that sticks out in his memory, one that leads him to label all liars as vile creatures to this day, but that tale comes at the end of this portion of his life.

During his early teens Arantima fell in with a rowdy bunch of hooligans that when they were younger were mostly just a playful bunch of wrestlers that got into trouble on accident. A broken window there, a crushed basket there, nothing ever on purpose but always as a result of a fight gone wrong between the boys. Tima quickly learned how to brawl while running around with his little gang, and eventually got pretty good at it being able to take on two or three of his friends at once. He Took a Job at the age of 15 working for the Shop owner as a Stock boy and errand runner, fetching orders and delivering to people when needed and the like. His Life as a mortal was short, but for what it was he would consider it a happy mortal life, his mother loved him, his father made sure they never starved, and though comparably poor to those living in a larger city he was comfortable. The question of the Lie that earned such Ire, is the lie that lead to his death.

His little gang of friends had recently gotten a new member, a lone orphan boy left here by travelling traders. The new boy was dangerous, he liked to break things and run away laughing at the misfortune he caused, and he was good enough at fighting that he could take on Tima and two of Tima's friends at once and win handily. The night of Tima's birthday this new boy said he had a gift for Tima and told him to meet him out behind his house late at night. What Tima Saw was.. Not too surprising as he had the misfortune of walking upon his mother with men before, but this time it was the new boy. When Tima Turned around the boy put a knife to Chinua's neck and Told Tima to stay and watch or his mother would die. Tima Stood and Stared Silent, his rage evident on his face and yet that rage seemed to whither as the moments passed leaving a passive visage on his face. When The new boy had finished with Tima's mother, He cut her throat and left her dieing on the ground as the boy stood laughing, Telling Tima "Happy Birthday, half-breed". He twitched and grinned, and as the new boy dove upon Tima and started stabbing him relentlessly Tima saw a Black creature with a mask standing over his mothers body, and it appeared to be laughing.

The Last words that went through Tima's mind before he passed on and left his body "He said.. She would live.. if I.. Watched.. LIAR"

Life in the Rukongai Age 17 to 720

Arantima had either a stroke of luck or a stroke of misfortune in the circumstances of his death. He was found by a Shinigami who was sent to hunt down the Hollow that played a part in his mothers death. The Hollow that was responsible for the death of his mother and himself had the power to whisper to weaker spiritually aware humans and make them perform heinous acts, in hopes to create a hollow soul to feed off of in the future. The Hollow had already devoured his Mother by the time The Shinigami reached Arantima as a plus, the Shinigami cleansed the Hollow and brought Arantima to the soul society through Konso. He was filed and sent to his place as all souls are, sent off to the 33rd West Rukon district. When he arrived in the soul society he found a pair of simple knuckle dusters in his shirt, tucked away near his waist.

He somehow knew they were something that was only meant to belong to him, and so he never sold it even when he was looking for food. For a long while he was left be, making a living by offering labor in exchange for lodging when possible, staying outside when it wasn't. For Fifty years he felt strange no longer needing to eat, looking at food with a familiar gaze and not feeling his stomach twinge in hunger even the slightest. After his first Fifty years he encountered his first Shinigami patrol, headed out towards the 45th to deal with a disturbance call from out in that area. He was brushed passed by a member of division 1 and suddenly fell straight to his knees holding his stomach almost in pain as sweat ran down his head. He was out of the way enough that no one noticed but as soon as he was capable of standing he quickly bought up as much food as possible and ate every scrap of it panting after he was done.

From that point forward he held his dusters a bit closer, he felt something different about them and himself, unable to quite tell what it was. He listened more closely however when he heard people talking of the Shinigami, eventually learning of the academy. He didn't know what it was, but he felt a rumble in his core whenever he whispered the title of Shinigami, something that drove him onwards, something that echoed in his deepest core. He found himself a nice secluded spot in a less populated area of the 33rd West district, a place with a large tree thicker then he was broad. This place came to be his home, his training grounds and a place known as "Doragonzutsurī" Or "The Dragons Tree", because if you came within ear shot the tree always seemed to be roaring, when in fact it was simply Tima striking it and grunting and groaning as he did so. He found that as a Spirit he had little else better to do, train and get stronger, become more fit and able to do what he needed when he needed.

This daily training, or simplistic striking a tree with the same punches and jabs went on for nearly 15 years. short three day breaks were taken to go find simple labour work to pay for food when he felt the need to eat from getting over hungry due to draining his spirit energy with constant strain. His 75th year in the Rukongai district was met with a strange day, almost the day of his birthday, maybe a week early or late, he couldn't recall at this point anymore. A Man showed up in the morning, an elderly man caressing the soft, worn section of wood on the tree that had grown and been shaped away from Tima's beating. The man was dressed in the traditional Shinigami Kimono and Hakama, occasionally looking down at Tima as he slept. When he woke up Tima greeted the man humbly and Asked him if he was in any sort of trouble, as he had only seen shinigami in an official capacity before. The man simply smiled and patted the tree a few times before leaving a scroll at the base and walking away.

The scroll held the secrets to the Next portions or Tima's training, it was small but hard, and led to his spiritual awakening. The scroll told him how to gather and utilize his spiritual pressure into a ball, creating a physical embodiment of his inner self. This training he thought impossible for the first few months, until he brought out a tiny grape sized ball of pure light. He Found that this training required him to eat much more often and so he Took it slow as food was a rare commodity for him to come by, alternating between his physical training and his new spiritual training. He continued this training for many years, still in seclusion still remembering that final night when he died, how he felt under the blade of that stabbing maniac.. Worthless and powerless, at the mercy of a liar.

When he turned 100 in his 83rd year of residence in the soul society, he decided to go and take the Shinigami Academy Entrance exam. The Examiner was that very same elderly Shinigami who had helped him and given him that scroll, this fact gave Tima Confidence. Sadly Tima failed his first Exam, the examiner helping him up after he collapsed from the strain and gave him a good pat on the shoulder, telling him he did well and to come back again soon. Tima left back to his tree which had grown amazingly large, and he looked at it for the first time in a long time he actually looked at the tree, watching how he had bent and shaped its growth over the years by beating it and wailing on it over and over, feeding his rage into each blow creating a gnarled twisted set of branches that shaped into a bursting flash of leaves. He sat at the bottom of the tree, his back resting gently against it and meditated, sitting motionless for three days straight before passing out completely. When he woke from that rest he found a plate of rice and sweet buns sitting for him but nothing else, no sign of a person in sight.

Fast forward about Three hundred years, Arantima is 400 years old and have been in the Rukongai for 383 years. His training has slowed down, as he had noticed a plateau forming and the assistance he had been receiving from the old man had dropped off rather suddenly about 25 years ago. By this time Tima has developed a sort of reputation for being the helpful "Good guy", being in the 33rd district the conditions aren't terrible, but on occasion you do get the random thug. If something started Tima had become the one to run to in his neighborhood if a Shinigami was busy or not around. One night in particular there was a fire, a bad fire in a popular tea house nearby and the entrance had been smashed down trapping people inside. Several of the locals ran off to contact the Seireitei and the kids went to find Tima. Tima was already on his way following the smoke when the children ran up on him. He knelt down and gave the ones he knew well a few hugs and told them it was all going to be OK as he ran down to the Tea house where people where already throwing buckets of water onto the flames.

Tima heard the screams and coughing from the inside and looked around for a way inside before looking to owner and apologizing as he started to wail his way through the side wall busting a hole open for people to run out of. Shortly after the Shinigami Arrived and had the fire under control, The found Tima sitting off to the side coughing gently covered in soot and ash. He talked with them a short while about what he knew about what happened, they were both surprised that he had opened that hole in the wall before they noted the knuckle dusters on his hands. He Told them he had taken and failed the Academy Entrance exam a long time ago and was going to take it again soon, they thanked him for his help and headed off to file their reports. Arantima took his time to recover and get settled in before heading back to the Seireitei and put his name in for the next Entrance exam, which he failed.. not as badly as he did last time, but he still failed. During his exam he was able to learn about the fate of his friend, they had barely exchanged 10 words but Tima considered him a friend. The old man who had been helping him died 25 years ago on a mission, killed by an Arancar that was not supposed to be on that mission.

The realization that even a Shinigami is able to die sparked something in him, something growled inside of his chest and told him that he needed to be stronger and just better. He took his score and pinned it to the tree when he returned to it, and stared at that tree and score as he conjured his spirit orb and held it, compressing it now. His new training was now to refine, on his own without the Academy he could do little more but his score reflected that he was much too unwieldy, his spirit energy was wavering and pulsing and not steady. He resolved himself to refining his releases and making his motions while brawling more tight and controlled. He took his time, and knew he was going to bring the absolute best to the Seireitei that he could, spending another 320 years refining himself, going as far as to go into the less civilized districts and testing himself against people who might actually be trying to kill him.

[Arantima Kawada]

Strength - [100] Points  - 25 Sealed - 300 Unsealed

Speed - [75] Points - 25 sealed -  75 Unsealed

Spiritual Pressure - [75] Points - 25 Sealed - 225 Unsealed

Reiatsu Strength - [75] Points - 25 Sealed - 75 Unsealed

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [45] Points - 15 Sealed - 45 Unsealed

Senses - [30] Points - 10 Sealed -  30 Unsealed

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [400] Points

[Arantima Kawada]

Abilities

• [Calm Mind] {1}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {1}
  
  
• [Martial Arts (Hakuda)] {1}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
  
  
• [Memory] {1}
  
  

7/15 SKP Spent