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-Basic Information-
Name:: Ven Namikaze
Age of Death:: 26
Real Age/Age of Appearance:: 176 / 26
Birthday (Month/Day): Feb 4th
Blood Type: O
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight:: 183 cm (6 ft) and 77.11 kg (170 lbs)
Physical Description::
Uniform::
Ven's uniform has changed countless times in his journey through Soul Society. His most up to date uniform consists of a form fitting black zipper leather vest that just reaches past his hips. His pants seem to be of a loose fitting black cloth material, baggy enough to perform complex contortions without any material limitations. Wrapped upon his waist is a rather long white sash that holds his pants firmly to his sleek frame; this tied in the traditional way of an obi - about 4 feet in length, this reaches just to the tops of his knees. However, the use of this obi isn't solely to keep his pants held in place. Ven also sports a foot wear that are made from a solid material on the soles, solid enough to allow him to walk upon jagged surfaces without pain; such as glass or nails - but soft enough to allow for complete use of the toes without henderance. The upper part of the shoe is made of a rather soft material, utilizing these he's able to dig his toes firmly into the ground to gain a stance. He also sports fingerless, black gloves on his hands; as well as two black, plated elbow guard on both of his arms, which seems sturdy enough to block a midlevel strong slash from a low seated officer. The overall plated portion only covers his elbows, however the actual fabric of the elbow guards extends a couple inches past the elbow-bend.
Body Type ::
Ven has porcelin like skin complexion; almost angelic in appearnce. His body seems extremely physically defined, almost as though his body was carved from stone. His body shows countless years of honage and training, a testiment of his trials in life. He does have a more thin frame compared to most males of his physical appearance, however not so thin that he would appear sickly, his body toned, and not so much screaming overly musculer as such Ven would surely crumble against those in a strongman contest; however he isn't completely helpless in proving his own strength. Ven does possess a very agile frame, allowing for complex movement and to boast a higher level of stamina and speed; considering his 183 cm (6 ft) height and 77.11 kg (170 lbs) weight. This allows for him to get in and out of extremely tight spots quickly and effectly. Not only that, but with his nimble frame, Ven has learned to utilize his toned, slim frame to perform high leveled percision sword techniques with grace and expertise, not to mention with unparalled speed for his level.
Ven's body, over the years, has encurred quite a few injuries. Some healed with barely any noticible scarring while some have left painful memories. On his upper upper left shoulder he has a scar that reaches to the mid of his back. As well as another scar in the shape of an "X" on the right side of his hip.
Facial Features ::
Ven was graced with astounding facial features. He barely shows any aging, since his first appeareance in soul society, a testiment to his youth as a soul. His face, still nearly flawless and lacking any real wrinkles. However, over his years as a wandering soul, his tear-troughs have become a bit more defined, whether showing stress or misfortune. His eyes resemble polished sapphires in color and tend to have an eerie glow about them. Ven's more typical facial expressions are typically ones of concern. And the one thing that has never healed is a small, yet visible scar on his chin, reaching just up to his lower lip. Ven has the physical facial features of a man in his mid twenties, hardly showing any aging
As for his hair, he has neck length light blonde hair. Its stylized in a rather over exagerated spiked manner and is displayed in various different directions. To outline Ven's thin facial features he has tufts of his spiked hair coming down the sides of his face reaching just to the top of his collar bone; turly framing his face, making him almost doll like.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
1. People - Since Ven's arrival in the soul society, with no memories, he's always tended to isolate himself from others, fearful of rejection as such he made it a cause to always avoid meaningless interactions. Equally, being alone for more than half his soul society life, he uterlly dislikes individuals that are pushy or try overly hard to involve themselves with your life execpt for one.
2. Large crowds - Being completly distant from other individuals, it has become a sort of an aquired phobia, his fear of large crowds causes him extreme discomfort and results in irrational thinking, so he's always isolating himself from occurances such as those.
3. Losing those attached to - After the loss of his teacher; the one who taught him to wield a blade, to fight bare handed and the one who taught him all his physical speed techniques - Ven vowed to never grow attached to someone who he may lose. As such it has amplified his distancing, to merely watch from a distance, to observe and only intervene after all details have been obtained.
4. Those stronger - Simply put, Ven hates all those that are stronger than himself and his teacher; them being Shinigami. His hated stems from the idea, "if they where there, Mordred wouldn't have died... She'd still be alive!" As such he has dispised those that have power and lack the ability to save those that dont. Its what made one of his goals to become stronger, to live out his own true goal.
5. Hollows/Arrancars/Espada - After the loss of his mentor to a Hollow, Ven forsake not only the protectors of the souls, but those that devour them. Truly his hatred lies in those that kill without mercy to grow. As such he has grown a deep hatred for Hueco Mundo; the realm that harbors those soul devourers.. Ven will never lose sight on the conquering on them.
Likes::
1. Solitude - Truly the only thing he seeks in life is true solitude. No one around him, no one to talk to. No one to ever know he lived. However, as much as Ven enjoys his solitude, he realizes that the only way to ever obtain his truest goal is to break the one thing he likes.
2. Sleeping - As a result of never really having to uphold obligations to anyone for the last 30 years, if he feels like it, Ven will often times wonder till he finds a suitible area and sleep. This is another way he can escape the thoughts of having to work with people.
3. Animals - Ven has a natural taking to animals, since they can neither betray nor kill him, like that of Shinigami, wondering souls, or Hollows. His favorite, cats. His first friend after 25 years was Kuro. A black and white cat with a friendly personality. However Kuro embraced the result of death after a year to unknown Soul Reapers, as a game.. Since then Ven further isolated himself from all spiritual being. But deep in his heart he will continue to love all animals, especially cats..
4. Mordred - Ven's first and only savior and admired. She was the one to teach him the values of fighting. From Iai to Chin Na, aas well as all his movement skills. Mordred was the one that rescued him from the grasps of loneliness, to show him all people aren't the same - however she died at the hands of a fatel blow from a Hollow she protected Ven from... Though, she embraced someone who was truly devoid of love for people. Also, Mordred was the one that assigned Ven his name. Ven, the God of Wind, solely based on his physical abilities to move like the wind; Namikaze based by her name sake
5. Fighting - After losing Mordred, his swordswomen, his teacher; Ven's teacher who he trained with for 50 years; in hakuda, zanjutsu, and hohou, he developed a liking to her true idea. The strongest will continue to live even if it means risking your own life. As such Ven Namikaze vowed to continue fighting till he died.
Flaws::
1. Being inept - After suffering the loss of the only individual he admired in 100 years, Ven has this gnawing thought in the back of his head, the feeling of never being able to protect any individual he actually decides to embrace. As such his own offensive fronts are always lacking as a result of his feeling of weakness.
2. Teamwork - Ven finds it extremely hard to do any form of teamwork, due to his discomfort of groups and his pure dislike of people in general. As such he will be often times stubborn and hard headed.
3. Enochlophobia - A generalized phobia that Ven is forced to live with, because of his own self isolation he no longer condems himself to large crowds. The amount of discomfort causes him to begin thinking of looming danger.
4. Pacifism - After suffering the loss of his teacher, Mordred, Ven has become somewhat of a pascifist. The occurance also made him him doubt his own ability, putting a mental block on his own natural talent. However, through given circumstances he will eliminate life, solely only the life of Hollows.
Habits::
1. Distancing - A terrible habbit that he suffers is distancing. The moment he realizes that he can finally begin to approach a single person, he always happens to purely distance himself from them. The fear of never having friends and this distrust in all people, make this habit an abundant nuisance.
2. Drinking - After the first 50 years of loneliness, Ven aquired an unfortunate habit of doing odd jobs to be able to buy sake to enjoy in his own company. The habit has him partaking in bottles of sake every other day.
3. Practicing - During his days, Ven does enjoy practicing, working to reach his ultimate goal, the goal to have power, to be strong. So he tends to spend most of his days practicing with his katana. Working on the sword play he learned 30 years prior to realizing he has to join the Gotei 13.
Fears::
1. The truth - Maybe one of Ven's more larger fears is the truth. Having lost all his memories of his past life, he's afraid of what truly happened. Living a life where you can't even recall your very own name, living off the namesake provided by someone who died protecting you. This may be the largest fear in his life.
2. Suna - In the last 10 years of his wandering, he began to have dreams of an inhuman creature, talking to him. The words always a mystery, certain words audible, but she can never truly hear him, and Ven can partially hear her words.
Goals:
1. To get stronger - The overall major goal Ven has is to become stronger, to no longer live in a glass box. Ideally he wishes to be able to fight anyone who would impose on his unknown ideas.
2. The Unknown - Having lost a majority of his goals and asperations, Ven no longer recalls what is that hes fighting for. His sole purpose at this point is to secure his memories and recall what it truly is that he wants.
Alignment:
Any Squad
Overall Personality::
Ven is a very silent person who relies little on others and not because he was arrogant of his own personal abilities. Simply put, it was a matter of his traveling that made him so distant, traveling was the only thing he knew. Having limited contact with other individuals, hes become devoid of the need of phyiscal connections. He is an insightful realist who sees the world/soul society for what it is, having witnessed attrocities commited. Ven now at times will often keep himself distant, observing individuals and ideas without ever truly getting involved so he could learn even more and begin understanding new concepts. However, the notion of this distancing only helps to fuel him, he would never have to approach people and therefore will never truly become close to anyone. But this idea has given him a rather nice trait; he can act and think without any true prejudice or preconceptions, soley acting on the merit that he evaluates. For the most part, Ven can pose as a "team player" but typically perfers to work alone. He truly lacks a typical presence that most people have when engaging in large crowded areas and can typically go unnoticed. He has zero desires for advancement and soley desires power and will fight and train till he achieves his goals.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style::
{Hakuda}
Qinna Style (Chin Na) - Ven is an practinor of Hakuda (just below a professional). A student of Qinna style martial arts, he has trained countless times with his master for 50 years. Subsequently Ven has learned three of the four styles (styles 4, 1, and 3) to almost near expert level; Fen Jin (division of musle/tendons and grabbing of musle and tendons), Cuo gu (the misplacing of bones); Dian mai (sealing of veins/arteries/asacupressure cavity); finally Rou dao (soft techniques). With his with his near expert level, he pales in comparisson to his master who was a perfect master of all four styles, yet achieving near perfection he can utilize the three techniques skillfully to disturb a person who has moderate to low reishi or completely dismantle a lower level Hollow; Menos Grande are quite immune to these techniques at this time. His skill in Qinna style range from disruptive blows to the mussles, bones, as well as the disruption of soft tissue techniques - causing severe disabilites that may render even an individual one tier above Ven defeated. However it is a far cry from being near perfect.
Qinna Style (Chin Na) - Ven is an practinor of Hakuda (just below a professional). A student of Qinna style martial arts, he has trained countless times with his master for 50 years. Subsequently Ven has learned three of the four styles (styles 4, 1, and 3) to almost near expert level; Fen Jin (division of musle/tendons and grabbing of musle and tendons), Cuo gu (the misplacing of bones); Dian mai (sealing of veins/arteries/asacupressure cavity); finally Rou dao (soft techniques). With his with his near expert level, he pales in comparisson to his master who was a perfect master of all four styles, yet achieving near perfection he can utilize the three techniques skillfully to disturb a person who has moderate to low reishi or completely dismantle a lower level Hollow; Menos Grande are quite immune to these techniques at this time. His skill in Qinna style range from disruptive blows to the mussles, bones, as well as the disruption of soft tissue techniques - causing severe disabilites that may render even an individual one tier above Ven defeated. However it is a far cry from being near perfect.
{Zanjutsu}
Iai (Iaido) - Ven fights utilizing a katana, his skill is just above that of someone who is a professional (just below an expert, when utilizing all schools). He tends to utilize the typical steps of someone who utilizies Iai. A quick drawing sword play. A style of sword play that is smooth, controlled movements from the scabbard. The overall level he utilizes is that of a simple practioner of all schools, when utilizing them seperately; Muso Jikiden Eishin-ryu, Mugai-ryu, Shindo Munen-ryu, Suio-ryu and Hoki-ryu. Each school providing its own interpretation of their point of view when referring to Iai. However with Ven he has incorperated all into his own style, passed down from his teacher. Utilizing a lower center of gravity, Ven tends to do burst movements. By utilizing a lower center of gravity and the tips of his shoes pressed firmly into the ground he's able to accelerate at outstanding rates. He typically employs this technique when charging forward to close the distance and its utilized in conjunction with his quick drawing sword play. He has average sword deffensive tactics; based on the teachings of various schools, that he can employ when being hardpressed. His sword swings, while lacking a true follow through (ending fights in one stroke), are equally fast and blur like for those truly untrained, possibly matching those of lower ranked seated officers. For someone who has only employeed sword play for 100 years he has quite the knack for it and has learned as much as he could without further tutalge.
Iai (Iaido) - Ven fights utilizing a katana, his skill is just above that of someone who is a professional (just below an expert, when utilizing all schools). He tends to utilize the typical steps of someone who utilizies Iai. A quick drawing sword play. A style of sword play that is smooth, controlled movements from the scabbard. The overall level he utilizes is that of a simple practioner of all schools, when utilizing them seperately; Muso Jikiden Eishin-ryu, Mugai-ryu, Shindo Munen-ryu, Suio-ryu and Hoki-ryu. Each school providing its own interpretation of their point of view when referring to Iai. However with Ven he has incorperated all into his own style, passed down from his teacher. Utilizing a lower center of gravity, Ven tends to do burst movements. By utilizing a lower center of gravity and the tips of his shoes pressed firmly into the ground he's able to accelerate at outstanding rates. He typically employs this technique when charging forward to close the distance and its utilized in conjunction with his quick drawing sword play. He has average sword deffensive tactics; based on the teachings of various schools, that he can employ when being hardpressed. His sword swings, while lacking a true follow through (ending fights in one stroke), are equally fast and blur like for those truly untrained, possibly matching those of lower ranked seated officers. For someone who has only employeed sword play for 100 years he has quite the knack for it and has learned as much as he could without further tutalge.
{Hohou}
Rekka & Yuho - While not truly mastering the fundimentals of shunpo, Ven has an above average grasp of foot work, rather sprints. Able to accelerate to speeds equal to those that have just learned shunpo simply based on raw stamina. His most notible skill that he utilizes with 90 percent of all skills Rekka, a skill that relies on the burst of power driven from pressing his toes deep into the ground to boost his overall speed to unthinkable movements. He couples that with Yuho, allowing him to quickly sidestep opponets that equal his own physical speed. This allows him to incorporate all his skills to near perfection without allowing any chance for those slightly seated above him a chance to defend. However, those mastered in step skills would surly dismantle him in terms of speed and easily kill Ven.
Rekka & Yuho - While not truly mastering the fundimentals of shunpo, Ven has an above average grasp of foot work, rather sprints. Able to accelerate to speeds equal to those that have just learned shunpo simply based on raw stamina. His most notible skill that he utilizes with 90 percent of all skills Rekka, a skill that relies on the burst of power driven from pressing his toes deep into the ground to boost his overall speed to unthinkable movements. He couples that with Yuho, allowing him to quickly sidestep opponets that equal his own physical speed. This allows him to incorporate all his skills to near perfection without allowing any chance for those slightly seated above him a chance to defend. However, those mastered in step skills would surly dismantle him in terms of speed and easily kill Ven.
{Shikai}
Suna (Sand) - Ven hardly depends on the release of his zanpaktou, as it is something he believes is only needed in times where his overall skills have failed. Ven however has learned to never underestimate his opponets skills, but when extremely hard pressed it is the only time that the use of Suna is truly released. The philosophy behind it, "If one cannot achieve victory on their own, retreat, then with help achieve victory!"
Suna (Sand) - Ven hardly depends on the release of his zanpaktou, as it is something he believes is only needed in times where his overall skills have failed. Ven however has learned to never underestimate his opponets skills, but when extremely hard pressed it is the only time that the use of Suna is truly released. The philosophy behind it, "If one cannot achieve victory on their own, retreat, then with help achieve victory!"
Zanpaktou Spirit Appearance::
Suna's appearance can easily be described as inhuman. Her most noticeable features are her sickly-pink skin, large leathery black wings that when completely have a rough span of 2.13 meters (7 ft), these wings only ever expand when she is truly in fear of her own destruction - something hard to come by. The wings themselves are something she hardly uses, besides as a scare tactic to frighten those weak of heart. The wings merely acting as an ornamental piece that are only used as a ditch effort when Suna is truly hurt. Her eyes are a great difference from traditional heterochromic eyes, which are pale yellow, pale green in color and a third vertically placed eye that is crimson red, starring harshly at anyone who violates her world. Suna's clothing are bizarre as well; she dones the typical kalasiris, however half of the lower half of her sheath dress is torn and ripped away, leaving just below her knee on her left side exposed from the upper knee down. Her hair is rather long and runs just below the small of her back, unkempt and messy. Half her hair appears snow white while the other a charcoal gray, a streak of crimson sits centered on a tuft of hair. She also has blue lips and pointed teeth resembling those of a demon. Her entire appearance appears feminine, for the most part, half her chest more masculine than the other. Her hands are rather large and claw like, her feet appear like crows feet, with enlonged talons. Often doning an equally menacing, condescending glare. Suna can truly be regarded as a zanpaktou that doesn't seek the redemption of souls, but that of a being that enjoys in the taking of souls and destruction of love and hope. Her monstrous spiritual pressure is hardly controlled by her owner. She truly is the reminiscent of a being above the true control of any soul reaper. However, her form, self-restricted from the possibilities of achieving Bankai, ultimately limits her true power.
When ultimately released by someone by Ven, when he can control Suna's Shikai, her form changes to that of a truly demonic figure, her wings spread, a black halo appears above her head. Thus revealing her true intent and design. A monster, her body clearly outlined by a black light; a half male, half female figure. Her muscle definition truly defined to match even that of an average body builder; the other half to match that of a runway model. However, the presence portrayed equally matches that of a Menos Grande, terror. Her wings at this point fully extend to reveal that of destruction; the right wing once unfolded reveals a ghastly scene. Bones exposed at certain points, holes that allow you to peer through them scattered across the entirety of the right wing. Though the left wing appears fully constructed, emanating a sinister reishi capable of matching that of a seated officer - in a single wing. Truly, Suna has a monstrous presence that has an equally monstrous appearance.
Zanpaktou Personality::
Suna's personality is rather deranged and what can be described as textbook insane. However, Suna believes herself to be so sane that she appears as insane, something descriped as super-sanity. An idea where you overly grasp the concept of sanity to the point She is hell bent on destruction and rebirth, a rebirth of nothingness; merely a world of sand and never ending night. Her lust for blood and destruction is so potent that she tries to subject an imprint on the owners mind, ultimately to merge the two psyches. Once merged, she would have complete control to attempt the utter destruction of the soul society as well as the world of the living, to reduce all things to a barren wasteland, to rule over everything with nothing living.
Inner World::
Ven's Zanpaktou's inner world appears as a vast desert with an eerie crimson moon lighting the night sky; crimson streaks tend to flow from the moon, almost as if the moon is crying, A cold wind equally blows, it forces the upheaval of sand that constantly blocks any vision beyond 1 meter. On top of that an all emcompassing darkness with no signs of life, a never ending night, is what surrounds this world - no signs of hope, much less any signs of hope. However, in the midst of the inner world one can see a pyramid tearing through the sky, causing deep cracks that spread along the clouds. The pyrami, seems, though its continuously falling; creating broken glass like effects across the sky, its point facing towards the ground. Another pyramid, appears as though it continuously erupts from the ground - even though it doesn't. It does though sit just under the downard facing floating pyramid; its tip facing the point of the other pyramid, roughly 609.6 cm(240 inches) between the two. Both pyramids exteriors have egyptian hieroglyphics running up the sides of the pyramids. The glyphs can translate to the release of the bankai, however, with the oppressive spirit, the glyphs have been reworded to prove learning bankai, currently impossible.
Zanpakutou Appearance::
Ven weilds a rather unique and looking sword. While from a distance (and sheathed) it appears as a regular shinigami katana, but up close (and unsheathed) one will immediately notice a huge differences in the overall appearance. The blade itself looks worn and is the opposite of the duel colored typical entry level shinigami swords. The once shiny, polished blade now appears permanently rusty in certain spots - not due to neglect. The rust, however, isnt actually rust. Its merely an extremely thin layer of sand and blood that has taken the crimson, copper color of rust. A result of an extremely oppresive and hostile Zanpaktou spirit. The tsuba of the katana appears ornate in appearance, if ignorning the perma-blotches of "rust." The shape seems oval, resembing the oval appearance of an eye. The tsuka is the only part of the katana that seems clean of the apparent "rusty spots." It simply appears as a regular katana, with the traditional ito.
The overall length of the katana is 137.16 cm (54 inches). The blade by itself is 106.68 cm (42 inches), the Tsuba is roughly 1.27 cm (.5 inches), and the Tsuka is 29.21 cm (11.5 inches) in length.
Zanapkutou Release Name::
Rage, Suna!
Zanpakutou Released Appearance::
Upon the release of Suna, Ven's zanpaktou begins to dissolve into what seems like an endless amount of sand grains. The accumulation of sand is so great, that it resembles a large body of water and can seem like an enormous tidal wave. Aside from its "sandy" color, one with great perception would be able to see streaks of blood and with a person with a slightly above average sense of smell would be able to smell the blood itself. The sand continuously swirls around the user.
Overall Ability:
The complete and autonomis use of sand within a 10 meter range of the user. The weapon only has one passive/innate ability, the complete use of sand.
Shikai Overall Ability:
Passive/Innate Ability (sole ability, including limitations.)
{Sand Manipulation} Upon releasing his zanpaktou has full control over the sand that is released; his precise control is so great that he can control even one grain of sand. Ven is able to manipulate his sand to his every whim and when utilized it has the potential to, circle, trap, pursue, compress, create tools, appendages, armors, tendrils, form constructs, form people (such as clones of himself or other people, these clones of course are sandy brown in color), and essentially overwhelm his opponent with the vast amount of sand. Alternatively, because it is extremely malleable, it has various other uses. Through a deep connection with his zanpaktou he can create a third eye (resembing the third eye of his zanpaktou) to infiltrate and observe; it can even be spread out into a huge cloud to sense hidden targets. His sand can also be used as a mode of transportation, such as flight. Because of Suna's will, the sand may often times act on its own to protect Ven. The speed in which the sand can move, are based on three-fourths of his overall speed. Anything created is based on half of his overall speed. Employing more reishi will not speed processes up.
The sand is able to move at relatively high speeds and because sand is made up of various different minerals Ven can select the hardest minerals and form near indestructable objects (cost extra reiatsu). Ven can even utilize preexisting sand to convert earthen material into even more sand. His control over his sand is only limited by his own imagination. Anything created by his sand that isnt destroyed, will remain even after sealing his zanpaktou. The reiatsu tax on his body is minimal for controling the sand; objects on the other hand require slightly more concentration and more reiatsu. Because of the massive amount of sand created upon release and the amount that is controlled it has a natural defense against fire; on the other hand, water and oils that mix with the sand will cause a severely higher tax on reiatsu and can even cause the sand to crumble and fall apart. Overall, the duration of his shikai is soley based on his mental constitution and his own reiatsu. A slip in mental fortitude can force the sand to go wild and attack all local spiritual pressures; as such it will consume 5 times the normal reiatsu to regain control. Upon exhaustion of current reishi, the sword will rematerilize, effectivly disengaging shikai.
Weakness:: The continuos use of Suna requires 20 points worth of reishi per post, this simply includes using it as; simple attacks, general movement of the sand to attack or defend, circle, trap, pursue, compress, create simple tools, appendages, armors, tendrils, weapons, leverage, the third eye and mist of sand.
More complex skills such as creating any form of a true construct; clones, walls, pillers, etc require a minimum of 25 points worth of reishi per post and 10 points to keep them standing. Moreover, the use of one hand at any given time is a requirement.
The sand is able to move at relatively high speeds and because sand is made up of various different minerals Ven can select the hardest minerals and form near indestructable objects (cost extra reiatsu). Ven can even utilize preexisting sand to convert earthen material into even more sand. His control over his sand is only limited by his own imagination. Anything created by his sand that isnt destroyed, will remain even after sealing his zanpaktou. The reiatsu tax on his body is minimal for controling the sand; objects on the other hand require slightly more concentration and more reiatsu. Because of the massive amount of sand created upon release and the amount that is controlled it has a natural defense against fire; on the other hand, water and oils that mix with the sand will cause a severely higher tax on reiatsu and can even cause the sand to crumble and fall apart. Overall, the duration of his shikai is soley based on his mental constitution and his own reiatsu. A slip in mental fortitude can force the sand to go wild and attack all local spiritual pressures; as such it will consume 5 times the normal reiatsu to regain control. Upon exhaustion of current reishi, the sword will rematerilize, effectivly disengaging shikai.
Weakness:: The continuos use of Suna requires 20 points worth of reishi per post, this simply includes using it as; simple attacks, general movement of the sand to attack or defend, circle, trap, pursue, compress, create simple tools, appendages, armors, tendrils, weapons, leverage, the third eye and mist of sand.
More complex skills such as creating any form of a true construct; clones, walls, pillers, etc require a minimum of 25 points worth of reishi per post and 10 points to keep them standing. Moreover, the use of one hand at any given time is a requirement.
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-History-
Birthplace:
South Rukongai - District 78, Inuzuri
Current Residence::
North Rukongai - District 79, Kusajishi
Memorable Figures::
{Mordred Namikaze} She was the one who found the wondering soul with no memories of who he was. Alas, after seeing his skills at evasion, his agility, how nimble and flexible; she named him Ven - short for Ventus, a god of wind. She equally named him after her name sake in her dying words, entrusting him with her future.
History::
Not much of Ven's prior life history can be remembered; even what his true name was. He hardly remembers how he died, or if he was always a spirit - though he knows that to be untrue since he sometimes dreams of the time as a human and his harshly reminded of how terrible his existence was; there are times he even gets to glimpse at moments before his death but it becomes obscured and quickly leaves his mind. Since arriving in soul society, he has traversed through many districts witnessing the appearance of hollows and how much horror ensues over the course of his 150 year travel. Since Ven's first arrival into Soul Society, he had always been lonely. The early years of his spiritual life were ones that had him sleeping in the slum parts of Rukongai districts. In these days Ven hardly knew what terrors existed. After 10 years of wandering aimlessly, seeking an end to this waking nightmare. At that time he witnessed his the first Hollow attack. It murdered ravenously. People only protecting themselves and never banding together. At the time, the nameless Soul was one of the many that was attacked and as a result he received his first wound. A scar that would span from his shoulder diagonally down his back. The lucky Soul was one of few that managed to escape and survive. It wasn't until many had died that a band of Soul Reapers appeared and purged the Hollow. It was in these first 10 years that he knew that no one, not souls, not Soul Reapers, especially not Hollows could ever be trusted. In his dimming conscious he cursed his very existence and the existence of those beings with power, it was in this moment that he realized he needed the power to survive. Before his world went blank he yelled four words, "I WILL BECOME STRONGER." A few days passed from that moment and he came to, awaking in an alley, pain stricken. He doned a brown blanket that was left in the trash to cover his back and continued; at this time he instilled in his mind that he would be a wandering Soul and never allow anyone in his life.
It was five years later in his travels that he came upon a katana, a sword seemingly cast away for its obvious flaws - or so he thought. A seemingly "rusty" sword, its edge refined and extremely sharp, however. From that time, the wondering Soul walked with the sword, it became his defense, his cane, his source of power. A way to survive and become stronger. So for the next 35 years the wandering soul practiced with the "rusty" sword, never truly knowing any style. But he was fast, he had a knack for striking his training posts at incredible speeds. The way of the sword would be his living strength his vow in life that he would never allow himself to feel helpless. In these fifty years of his existence in soul society, he knew no one, nor did he need anyone. However, life is never as simple as one might delude themselves into thinking. Just before nightfall, in the midst of dusk a Hollow appeared. This would be his second encounter with the abominations. The nameless knew this would be his first application of actual fighting and he was truly terrified, alone, he thought, "Am I going to die?! Alone... But its fine, I'll still fight." The nameless dashed forward, much like the wind striking at the Hollow, but it was for naught, the monster easily tossed him away, at the same time, leaving a gash on his chin - the second of his permanent scars. The individual knew he would die and resigned himself to be eaten. But as fate would have it, he was saved by a swordswomen. Someone who would risk their life for his. She easily dispatched the Hollow, leaving the nameless awestruck. Ven, at the time, nameless, was helpless and sought her tutelage deep in his heart, but he had resigned himself to solitude. Before he had the chance to turn from her, she turned back. The swordswomen inquired, "Are you okay?"
The wandering soul was again taken by surprise, never truly knowing what it was like to be helped he stuttered a few brief words, "..Im.. f-f-fine.."
The unknown teacher, at the time, sighed a great deal of relief and boldly spoke the words with a look of true care, "I'm glad. I noticed your surge of spiritual pressure and then it started to dim, so I came as fast as I could. By chance what is your name?"
It was in those moments that he saw true hope and thought briefly, "Her eyes, her expression, its like I saved her.." When he heard her ask his name he again stammered out a few words, " I..I...Don't have one.." He was embarrassed and cast his gaze away from her in fear of her rejection.
She laughed softly, "You don't have a name? How long have you lacked one of those?" She inquired while softening her expression. "How can you not have a name?"
Ven was taken aback by how pushy she was and why she was inquiring so many questions, he grew slightly agitated by the questioning and retorted angrily, "Because I don't have one! Its none of your buisness, anyway! I don't need one! Besides, I'll remember one day.."
It was at that moment that she embraced the nameless in her arms. In this time Ven was lacking the emotion to know what was going on, but he knew he was utterly surprised, surprised by how warm affection really is. She softly spoke, "Its terrible to know someone could be nameless, someone who thinks they don't need one." She grasped his shoulders and held him out looking upon him and stated, "I have a name for you! You move like the wind, gently, but the wind can be harsh; What about Ventus..Rather, Ven?" She smiled again saying the name. "Ven...It fits you.. I will call you Ven, you can call me Mordred!" She seemed so happy. It was a genuine happiness, expressed by someone who had truly let go of living. A happiness based on the idea that a life is troubled with the truth of life; but one suriving soul clutching onto life - that had lived- deserved to live.
Now being named, he uttered the words, "Ven.. Mordred..?" It was at that time a small smile spread on his face. He knew what it was like to know a name or to be named, rather. He looked her firmly in the eyes, "Thank you..."
Mordred released his shoulders and turned away smiling, thinking, "My son would be happy that his name will be given to someone who is as he was." She talked loud enough that anyone within 10 meters could hear. "How would you like to travel and learn from me? I might not look it, but I'm fairly good with a sword. Since you have one, I could teach you..?" As she was saying those words the only thing she could think was, "But please, don't follow his foot steps...Don't die...Don't be a Soul Reaper..." She turned stating the last few words, smiling, eyes closed.
The newly named Ven was again surprised. He never knew in his 50 years of wandering that he would have a name, that he would be accepted, that he would walk side by side with some one. Firmly he stated, "I want to get stronger! Please teach me." He clinched his fist and clinched the Tsuka of his katana even harder, knuckles going an off shade of white.
This point in the history of Ven was the saddest and happiest he would ever experience in 50 years he never knew that he would have a name, to get stronger. He was dead set on the future tutelage of Mordred. But he never knew how grueling the training would be. So over the span of the next 50 years Ven trained under the tutelage of Mordred. In that time he was taught her katana style that she was a master of, Iiado. Along with that given Mordred's high life span, she was also able to provide teaching in hakuda, Quinna style. She was truly a master, having mastered all four forms, she was able to pass along mastery to at least three forms of Quinna. With that Ven had grown exponentially in terms of hakuda and zanjutsu. He became the embodiment of her of future and her struggles. These where the years that Ventus enjoyed the most. He was able to finally learn the love of another individual. Mordred for him had become a figure of motherhood. She had taught him everything, for that, Ven was truly happy and everything in his life across the span of the last 100 years was truly complete. He had forgotten what the lonliness was, what solitude was, he had someone to travel with. However, that feeling of happiness would soon vanish. In the coming months, under Mordred's training Ven had come to master her teachings. Mastering Quinna style as well as Iiado - to the point that he could compete with anyone of their own teachings, though with the lack of reishi training he was still a novice. Unable to completely master the skill of speed and speed strikes that his master had.
In that face of 'defeat,' the defeat of a master and student Ven learned how to accelerate his own physical speed to points of simply mimicking that of shunpo though a lesser grade than that of a novice user. His speed was solely based on the acceleration of his own body, utilizing the high amounts of stamina he possess. By digging his toes firmly into the ground he was able to learn that this method would allow him to accelerate his own above average speed to just touch the pinnacle of shunpo the idea of shunpo. As a result, he had learned the true philosophies of what Mordred was teaching. The idea of protecting people who cannot protect themselves. The life that Ven had lived was truly one of solitude, loneliness; but Mordred had given him hope and loved him as a child of darkness. She was the light that was his own salvation. This was the result of all that he was able to obtain. Ven had achieved a level that he would never have achieved on his own accord. So on that day, the day he would lose his master, he visited her. He was so grateful that tears poured from his eye, but in that time he never knew what would really become of his future. It was at that time a Menos Grande appeared, a Menos that was different from the others had tore a way into the Soul Society. This Menos was evolved, it had intelligence. Sentience. It was different from the others. It was refined, but still possessed the appearance of a Menos.
Upon its arrival, a temporal disturbance occurred; a rip in the spiritual world that allowed its appearance. The garganta was large, smaller Hollows had appeared. Mordred singularly focused on the bigger threat and allowed her 'son' to focus on the smaller ones. After the 50 years of training, Ven effectively disposed of the lower grade Hollows. Once completing the task assigned by his mentor; he realized across the 50 years that they faced Hollows, this was indeed the strongest that they had ever faced. A beast towering above any building in Rukongai, a burst of its cero destroyed most of the forest, if not for Mordred, it would have destroyed an entire district. Mordred had knew this was different, she had dealt with a lot. But the menos bellowed, "Tiny Souls, you are but an appetite to my ascendance to Arrancar! Resign yourselves to the fate of being devoured!"
Mordred though having suffered major injuries laughed, "Simple beast, if I was to do that all these people I call family...Especially my child...Would be consumed by something that only seeks destruction! I cannot have that!" With those words she exhibited a form of shunpo that made her vanish from sight, slashing the mask of the Menos..A spray of blood erupting, at the same time a spray of blood erupted from Mordred. A mortal wound, more equal to her's, ten fold. Though she stayed true to her warrior code. She stood strong. A beacon to Ven, that though you may be slashed, your flesh may be tore, your blood may spread across the land; you have LIFE! The Menos began to disintegrated, Mordred slowly descending to the ground. Upon her landing, she crumbled. Hurt.. Weak. Ven darted forward holding her. In those moments of his life he knew she was hurt, for 50 years, he never saw her hurt. The words unconsciously left his mind..
"MOM!" His breathing ragged. Please don't leave me! I have no one!" Tears welled up in his eyes. In his heart he knew she was dying. But her receeding spiritul pressure was a bookmark; not all life is truly eternal. He thought, "You bastards, how could you.." He clutched Mordred firmly against his chest.
In the moments of her thoughts, Mordred spoke out, pushing herself from him a bit just to look up; her breathing hard, "Ven...Its fine..I've lost my son...My husband..Shinigamis..They gave their lives to protect those around them. Eventually they all died...I don't want that for you..You have a kind heart, your soul equally kind. Please, don't give up on them.. I taught you all I know, you will succeed me and my family. As such, please.." She coughed up blood, struggling to maintain life. "Please...please dont give up on people, don't give up on yourself.. I...I love you, my son.."[i/] As she spoke those words her hand slowly dropped. She softly whispered words loud enough for the suffering soul to hear, though still a whisper, "My...Son...Ven.. I'll see you soon..Live and be free.. Please accept my name sake... Be a Namikaze!" In those moments her life faded from existence, much like the Meno's, her body began to disappear, dissolving into the air. Ven clutched her firmer, tears still faling from his eyes.
He yelled out, "DAMN YOU! DAMN ALL OF YOU! YOU CURSED SHINIGAMI!" His voice fell soft as the last glittering life of his beloved teacher vanished, "You took my last hope.. My only family.." He cried, knowing that the only family figure he had, faded from Soul Society.Ven at the time, cried, he lowered himself to a point that his face was so close to the ground only his hands separated him from eating dirt. The words echoed in his mind, "Why...Why me..? Why do I continue to lose everything! I hate it! I hate me! I hate them! I hate everything; Hollows, Soul Reapers, People!" His soul became hardened, his eyes glowed and became a scowl as he looked up, [font color="7a0717"I HATE EVERYTHING!" Those words bellowed from his true soul. From that day he had resigned himself to never like or trust any individual in his life. Although he decided to take on his master's last name, 'Namikzae.' In this idea, he truly became the life of loneliness. His life was destined to dislike Souls and humanity. He forsake his master's dying wish and became a shell, doning his Zanpaktou; Ven left his master's body in the training grounds, her katana left in her hands and placed in a formation that resemembed a true warrior burial. With that Ven embarked, 50 years of solitude and emptiness, 50 years of nurturing, he finally realized he was alone..
The next 50 years of Ven's life where that of utter solutide and simple jobs. Unbeknownst, he had become a drinker. So to ensure he had the funds he worked. Assassinations, escorts; anything to get the next lump of money. At the same time of these jobs he learned more and more. Mordred, his "mother," slowly faded from his mind and eventually Ven became a sword of vengence. His wrath knew no bounds, his hurt was untamed, his hatred - equally untamed. Ventus had become the weapon that, Mordred had hoped for, in her dying wish that he never turned into. An animal, no better than Hollows. A Being seeking only death and despair. Ven continued his life as such, never again knowing feelings. He lost those. Over the course of 20 years, Ven trained. He fought many Hollows, the ones that managed to slip through the barriers erected by the soul king and captain commander, alone. In this token his blade began to accumulate more "rust" It wasn't until his 30th year of solitude that he first heard his blade reach out to him.
The sword vibrating with brilliancy, its statements or sentences broken, "You...will...us..!" The shear amount of reishi exhibited woke Ven into a sleepless slumber. He gazed upon an almost inhuman figure that was shrouded by darkness. The nameless figure continued, "We... Possess... Our will...Ultimate... Submit.." Each time, Ven tried to read the lips of the foriegn spirit, but to his displeasure, fell short. "Our...Name..." The words ended, the traumatizing speech pattern ended, Ven woke. For the next 10 years he endured the only, demonic, voice that he had heard since the loss of his master - Mordred. Ven resigned himself to be that of a Hollow. However, in his last 10 years of solitude, did the voice stop. Unbeknownst to him, it was a lack of his own reiatsu. The dreams stopped. the memories of Mordred seemed to fade; in his eyes he truly achieved hid goals. But in the near 150 years of his almost solemn quest did he realize and thought; "What is my goal..?" He didn't have any form of an answer. Ven realized that he only sought power. So he continued to push and struggle, alone, till he faced the northern gate of the Seireitei, the Kokuryōmon or Black Ridge Gate guardian. He sought the peace of entrance and the knowledge of getting stronger. Ven stood bold. He waited till he had the chance of entering the Soul Societies, Shinōreijutsuin (Spiritual Arts Academy). Thus ending Ven's 50 year exile from humanity. The hopeful Soul Reaper only looked to gaining more power. He stood vigilantly, waiting for an instructor or a higher up to acknowledge him as a Soul willing to defend other Souls.
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