Post by Ishikawa Seiji on Jun 10, 2021 19:32:45 GMT -5
[ O P E N I N G ]
Discord: Winter #1524
Password 1: Black Hole
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Spirited
Squad: Kidō Corps
Rank: Academy Student [Rank 1, Class 8]
[ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ]
Name: Ishikawa Seiji
Age of Death: 12
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 445 [26]
Birthday (Month/Day): December 10th
Blood Type: AB+
Face Claim: Kazuma [Blazblue - Younger] / Hazama [Blazblue - Older]
RP Sample:{The Living Tempest}
Silence...
The muted pitter-patter of rain was the only faint sound that drew his senses into waking fully. Already half awake submerged in his own thoughts and memories, sleep had refused to pull him under on this night it seemed. He could understand why. Everything felt slightly off, the bed too soft against what should be a far rougher terrain and no dampness clinging to the air in which he laid his head. Even the lightest yukata that he had been gifted with clung to his form in the cooling air of the evening felt too new, no rips or tears, no rough patches from when he had falling after sprinting away from a cart he had stolen a small bit of food from. As he sat up, slow and methodical, strands of emerald green clung to his face, shoved themselves into his eyes. Soon brushed aside with a small huff of air, safe as he knew he was, his instincts did not trust it. Did not trust them to keep him out of harms way. Why would they? All any Shinigami had done to him in the past was chase him away. Of course, it had been explained to him that they would help him, teach him to control and use incredible powers, but hesitation lingered for the newest Shinigami-in-training. And after four centuries of it, he doubted that uneasiness would settle properly anytime soon.
It was with that thought, that he half twisted his upright form. Reaching under the similar too soft pillow, he hadn't even had one of those out in Rukongai, to pull out a trusted trinket. One he had refused to part with, and one he'd had to sneak past the instructors to stop them disposing of it. Even if he was fairly certain they knew he still had it, they hadn't stopped him and that was enough for now. What he pulled into his palm was cool and familiar, the slightly rough hilt wrapped in bandages fit into his hand as naturally as it always did. The blade was small, a worn but well used tantō, the small sheath just as rusted as he settled the weapon into his lap. Removing it from the sheath and checking it over as he had grown accustomed to doing ever since Shin had taught him how. The young man set to work, cleaning and repairing what he could before he finally shifted away from the sheets to stand. Off in one corner and sat atop a proper stand, was the Asauchi he'd been given, the same as anyone else that joined Shin'ō Academy.
Having set the tantō aside for the moment upon the futon, he was quick to change. For a moment the rustling of fabric was the only sound he cared to listen to, out of his sleeping robes and into something more appropriate for where he was going. It wasn't far, but he had no intentions of sleeping now that he was fully awake. No good would come of him simply sitting there. More suitable attire now upon his person, even if he knew he would be soaked to the bone by the time he returned, he scooped up the tantō quietly. Sounds soft, only stopping as he neared the door to his quarters, bigger than anything he'd had beyond the Seireitei, and looked back. The sight of the Asauchi pulled his expression downwards into a small frown, exhaled as a frustrated sigh. Stepping back to pick the blade in question up and attach it across his back for the moment, they had told him to keep it nearby at all times in order to absorb his reiatsu and become something more. Might as well listen at least somewhat to what these people were telling him.
"I guess I've gotta, huh." He mumbled to himself as he slipped out the door.
Quiet as he could be, the door slid closed with a soft tap against the wood. Each step was careful, the deluge of water harsh against the world outside grew ever louder with every few minutes that passed. Leading the young man further away from the so called safety of the dormitories and out into the open air. Thankfully he had learnt his way around pretty quickly, as was habit, easier then if he needed to get out suddenly. The halls he found, were deathly quiet which seemed rather odd, shouldn't there be at least a few patrols around? Perhaps not. They didn't expect what he was sure many considered, mere children, to go wandering around at night when they had no powers with which to protect themselves. Well, that was their problem, a lack of power hadn't stopped him before and it certainly wouldn't now.
Dithering would do him no good, yet he stopped nonetheless, listened, waited for signs of life before a brisk pace carried him forward. Immediately as he stepped out into one of the smaller outdoor training areas, he found his hair, as well as his soaked, soaked through. Strands of a shocking green to some clinging to the side of his face and the back of his neck, dripping further water down onto his clothes and even seeping through. It was refreshing and for a moment he merely stood there, letting the round of the rain as it grew heavier drown out everything else. A reminder he supposed, that he no longer needed to rush anywhere when it started to rain. That he might just have fresh clothes and somewhere warm to stay should he get absolutely sodden as he was now. Breathing out cold air with a smile, he set out work carefully. One foot forward, stance widened just enough to give him proper footing against the slippery ground below. Left hand reaching up to pull his Asauchi from the scabbard in one fluid motion, just as he used to with his tantō, the blade was simply longer. That was all.
With the blade now firming in his grasp, he took a moment to twist it around. He had not really used it much, or laid a hand upon it for long since he had been accepted into the academy in the first place. Some would see it as a shame he was sure, but those protests from stuffy children of nobility went ignored. Their opinions could go straight down the damn gutter as far as he was concerned. Flicking the blade in his grasp, he tossed it between both hands, testing swipes at the air with both. Mostly equal as far as he could see it. Though he found even with the added reach of the katana, it meant more trouble in moving around as easily. Assessed as he stepped and whirled about the field, recalling and copying things he'd witnessed over the years. Shin had never been great, but he had always tried to teach him a lot, and he had never said no to learning the basics. Plus, watching some Shinigami fight the drunken and rowdy fools in Rukongai had given him some rather interesting ideas. One he even attempted, yet he went far too quickly, the slick ground caught up with him and all too soon he was sent sprawling onto the ground - right onto his back with a harsh thud. The blade once in his hand, now clattering to the ground with a reverberating clang into the dirt
"Ow... dammit." He complained quietly, hopefully no one had heard that.
Groaning in annoyance and pain in equal measure, he slowly sat up and reached over to pick up his Asauchi, luckily it hadn't fallen too far out of his grasp. Using it as an anchor, although it probably wasn't the nicest idea for a weapon that was supposed to become his Zanpakuto, he managed to yank himself up onto his feet. That had hurt and there would without a doubt be a bruise or two on his back in a few hours time. Guess he'd be learning while ignoring pain today, and that wasn't even considering the general pain he had to endure being around a few of the not so friendly few in his classes. Oh how lovely. With that dreadfully sobering thought, he got to his feet, his entire form now soaked to the very bone and not just his clothes. He'd had worse, even if he got a cold from it, it wouldn't last long. Perks of having spiritual pressure, he guessed.
Despite the setback - and no matter how much some small part of him wanted to just rush inside and head into the nearest bath to warm up - he persisted. Only the cacophony of rain falling, the pounding of his own heartbeat and the rushing of air as each sweep of the blade grew faster and faster, surrounded him. Shutting out all other distractions worked for a time, he was not sure how long he spent out there in the pouring rain. Oh he'd fall ill for sure, but that was a problem for later, didn't matter right now. He knew his basics were good, Shin had told him just that, even if he may have been a tad bias, it was keeping up a fast pace while remaining accurate that he had trouble with. Even if it felt like five minutes had passed by the time he had deemed his progress good enough for now, an hour had passed. Not that he could tell, though the rain had slowed to nothing more than a gentle sprinkle, it didn't leave him any less drenched than before.
"Hey, Ishikawa-san." Called an only somewhat familiar voice.
Words spoken to him as he stepped just out of the grounds and onto colder and far more dry wooden flooring, protected from further downpours but still nowhere near the dorms, or where anyone else should be. A brow raised in question at first as he finished sheathing the blade in his grasp upon his back once more, before he found himself face first with a towel. Or rather, one thrown directly at him, that he barely managed to catch in time. Well it certainly wasn't an instructor upset with him then. Using said towel to try and at least partially dry his hair, even if the rest of him still remained feeling like a wet noodle. Yuck. He found that it was one of his classmates, of the same year thankfully so he wouldn't be forced to be overly and dramatically respectful. Instead he simply tilted his head at the younger, shorter male, a silent question as he observed the other just sitting looking out across the training field. Had he been watched this entire time?
"How long ya been out here? Coulda told me, if ya wanted to watch me fall on my ass." He said with a shrug, in between his face being hidden entirely by the towel, there was a curious look about him. Perhaps he had just chanced upon his little truancy in the middle of the night. Or maybe this one was like him, couldn't sleep, he wouldn't ask. In truth, he couldn't even remember the younger's last name. Whoops. It couldn't have been long, could it? He certainly didn't look drenched at all, though without proper lighting, it was hard to tell. Well, save for himself. Certain he'd be leaving puddles to be found by other students come morning if the weather kept up like this.
"Not long enough to see that. You too huh?" The implication was there, no doubt.
"Yeah, seems so." So he wasn't the only one finding it difficult to adjust it seemed, though from what he vaguely recalled, the younger near him had grown up rather well off. Different problems he supposed, maybe even homesickness. Ha, if only that was his primary concern. He was still trying to figure out who hated him enough to try and poison him or not. Or back-stab him, either way, his guard kept up, smile on his face from the moment he'd heard the voice of another. His default expression really, no matter what he was feeling. Internal debates aside, that was personal, and he sure as heck wasn't about to share it with someone he barely knew nor trusted as far as he could fling the guy. Which granted, wasn't far, but still.
All he got in response was a small nod and for a while, that was enough. Watching the rain fall, one hand working to ring out his hair, the other letting him lean against one of the nearby wooden pillars that help hold up the structure as a whole. It couldn't have move than ten minutes before the younger male left with a short wave, informing him that he could simply keep the towel, given he appeared to have far more need of it right now. Somewhat perplexed by the arrival then departure, with a sigh he pushed it from his mind, it wasn't his business if someone else wanted to wander as he did during the middle of the night. Or if they wanted to help him out a bit, still, he'd have to at least thank the other whenever he next spotted him. Not long, he supposed, given he only had a few hours left before everyone would begin to wake for a new day.
Remaining would do him no good, weariness seeping into each of his bones as he quietly trudged his way back to the dormitories. Stopping only near the baths to dry off at least a bit before he returned, fresh, warm clothes brought a comfort he rarely even knew existed. Normal for many, but it felt much like a luxury to him. Was this what his brother had to adjust to? No wonder he always looked so happy to be back in a familiar environment. Still, with the door shut and now alone once again, he had to ponder if he could get used to things as quickly as he needed to. Maybe he could go find shin tomorrow and ask, it was certainly better than stumbling around in the dark that was for sure. Though speaking of that, he did just that until he found his window, open just enough to let moonlight in to allow him to see. Only then did he head back to the door to retrieve both weapons, the Asauchi placed gingerly back upon the stand and tantō tucked beneath the pillow that he'd found he'd barely used.
The exercise had done him the world of good, even if he did sneeze twice in a row as he settled back onto a futon that still felt strange. He tried to ignore it, something else he'd have to get used to, at least the room was small. Better that way, he thought. Mind lingering over topics and questions he had no hope of answering, not exactly hopeful, but this had to be worth it. Didn't it? He hoped so. Those worries only seemed to compound as he slipped into a light slumber, and barely two hours later he was soon awoken to the sounds of loud voices and rushing footsteps. A wayward groan pulled from between his lips as he rubbed at the flyaway strands atop his hair with a hand halfheartedly. Sitting up groggily until a loud bell sounded. A signal that the day was starting, and that certain students better damn well be up.
"Today's gonna be awful... ain't it?" He questioned no one in particular quietly, looking over to that dormant blade and getting no answer, he merely grumbled before hauling himself up and back out of that same futon. No rest for the wicked.
[ A P P E A R A N C E ]
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 198 lbs / 90 kgPhysical Description:Distinctive.
Perhaps the best singular word used to describe him, even if Seiji loathes it. Yet regardless of that inner frustration, it is almost impossible to deny that he stands out within a crowd. Standing at an impressive height that towers above many, leaves him as a rather easy presence to spot if you look hard enough. Despite the obvious benefit this grants to him within daily life as well as those trying to find him, it is not his most noteworthy feature. No such a trait lies with his hair, that of a shocking and rather bright green coloration, a trait that which leave many to assume it has simply been dyed by Seiji himself. It has not, and never has been. Though he cannot recall from whom he inherited such a gene, it is however always something that has made him stand out from the masses at large, and unfortunately made stealth missions that much harder to accomplish without something to hide it or temporarily dye it a different and more standard color. In recent years it has grown a little darker in color at the roots, closer to a forest green, than the bright neon of his earliest days within the Soul Society yet despite that he has come to enjoy having such a striking identifier; even if he can no longer see it himself. It should also be noted that, regardless of how often or not he takes care of it, the texture of his hair has always been told to feel like the softest of silks.
Despite his vibrant hair being the first thing most see and comment upon, what seem to unnerve many, are his eyes. While damaged and unable to see anymore, that has not ruined the outward appearance of them even if Seiji's own view of the world remains pitch black. A bright and stark yellow iris that borders on gold within the right kind of lighting or if he flows reiatsu through either eye. With a gaze that seems to stare right through any individual rather than at them, combined with an unsettling aura, is often why many spot a shock of green and quickly turn the other way to avoid him altogether. Coupled with the faint smile that frequently lines his expression, regardless of the current situation, it is not difficult to understand why others keep their distance.
The rest of his body meanwhile, is not what one would expect of a warrior who has fought for centuries on the front lines. While not bearing any overt or obvious muscle from simply observing him, it is there. Seiji while never having been the strongest, retains a toned and lithe form, fit more for flexibility and speed then raw physical might. Most of his mass is entirely made up of this wiry muscle, hidden beneath layers of clothing, as are the handful of scars he possess. While not possessing flawless skin by any means, smaller old wounds litter his back and the tops of his shoulders, most prominently is a large scar that runs from his left shoulder to the center of his spine. Yet even with these scars and countless decades fighting, his complexion remains fair skinned at best and exceptionally pallor at his worst, mostly when ill, though despite the fact he seemingly cannot darken that skin tone no matter how often he remains in the sunlight he does not mind. It is simply something he cannot change.
With a sharp jawline and angular facial structure, it is not hard to see why he stands out from a crowd. A thin mouth, filled out by full lips, and eyebrows that while thin appear to be a shade darker than one may expect given his hair pigmentation. A smaller nose contrasted by a long neck that only seems to serve to accentuate his height even further. While facially he appears to have no blemishes nor scars, the often vacant look he fixes others with is often a clear indication that something with his sight is not quite right. When not doing so, his eyes are most typically closed almost entirely, having them open or not does not matter to Seiji, and doing so often allows him to hide his instinctual reactions or emotions to a matter far more easily. He has never liked it when others could read him effortlessly like a book, and so this has only served to help him maintain a higher level of privacy.
In terms of attire Seiji has always been the type to keep things simple, elegant yet plain. Wearing the standard shihakushō, he has chosen not to deviate from the standard uniform whatsoever, save from switching to a sleeveless variant of the garment within the summer months to avoid sweating to death. Though it should be noted that Seiji takes great care to ensure that each garment worn against his frame is as comfortable as possible, given how long he has to wear such items for. Despite his compliance with his uniform during working hours, when not tasked with any duties, he is far more casual. Often switching between various yukata depending on the time of year and temperature, though Seiji can most typically be found in more worn clothes reminiscent of his time in Rukongai. Not because he clings to such a lifestyle, but simply due to finding them easier to move around in.
Meanwhile when within a gigai his choice of clothing seems to vary far more wildly. Though most typically, he can be found in a suit, with the suit jacket exchanged with a longer trench-coat for something a little more comfortable. When not within such formal attire, he often goes for something more casual, basic jeans and simple t-shirts to wander around in when he has little to do. On top of such simple clothing he is only adorned with a rare few accessories, depending on his mood, though he makes sure never to wear anything that hangs about his neck. As such a sensation makes him feel rather trapped, regardless of how loose the necklace or similar may be. While it is not often he gets the chance to visit such places, Seiji has always shown very little interest in the fashion or trends of these different worlds, instead showing more curiosity about the technology and knowledge stored in these places.
When it comes to reiatsu color and quality, Seiji's natural reiatsu is somewhat translucent yet mostly appears as a silvery white coloration, tightly wrapped about his form like a coiled snake. Despite that, when used his reiatsu may seem vast to those that perceive him, as endless and expansive as the skies above. When aided by Soyoukaze heavily in battle, this silver mixes with flickers of gold, resembling Kaze's eyes. However when his inner hollow takes control or when Seiji is using any of his vizard abilities, his reiatsu is predominately black with a dark green outline, bursting outwards wildly from his form in no discernible pattern and inevitably leaving destruction in his wake.
[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]Dislikes:
Paperwork
It is the bane of every Shinigami's very existence and Seiji is no exception to this common rule. Despite understanding the necessity for it, he cannot help but loathe paperwork all the same. Doubly so since losing his sight, a fact that now makes a boring and tedious task even more complicated to deal with and complete in a timely manner. His strong dislike of form-filling will often mean that others may have to remind him, occasionally even chase him down in order to get such a task done.
Hollows
He does not outright hate hollows as he knows some of his fellow Shinigami do. No he does not hate them, he simply pities them. Beings who were once human forced into a life of endless greed and destruction. The need to consume overriding any sense of logic or dignity. He does not hunt them down relentlessly, but when presented with a hollow attacking him, Seiji will always try and ensure that their end is as swift and painless as possible. They did not become the way they are on purpose after all, it is far better to just remove them quickly, or so he believes.
Rough Textures
A side effect of his lack of sight, or so Seiji has come to understand. Once such things would not irk him, now any rough or harsh texture simply feels odd under his palms, the scratchy nature of old or fraying fabric sets his teeth on edge. While he can handle such things fine, no matter what form they may come in, that does not make it any less uncomfortable to deal with once the task is done. It is perhaps because of this, that he ensures to never wear any damaged fabric, less it irritate and distract him from other things.
Loud Noises
Something many dislike, but it is a fact of life that he cannot help but loathe. Loud sound both startles and irritates him to no end. Anyone found shouting near him, unless it is an emergency, will find themselves glared at with a few harsh words thrown in for good measure to not repeat such a thing. Some people like working in peace and quiet, not while others are screaming from whatever they are doing outside. This is perhaps why Seiji so rarely goes to the training grounds of any division, without properly preparing himself mentally first, knowing many there will be shouting at the top of their lungs. Ugh.
Crowded Spaces
They have always and will always unnerve him. Crowded spaces mean less places to hide in the shadows, to keep out of sight and heaven knows how many people walk within such crowds without even noticing that others are stealing from them. Or has a blade in their hand ready to strike and kill within moments. While such things do not bother him as much as they used to, mainly due to a Rukongai upbringing, it is the sheer feeling of being surrounded by so many that weird him out. Hostile hollows all around him? Totally fine. A mass group of people all wanting to speak to him? Terrifying and highly uncomfortable.
Warfare
There are few things he detests more than this, fighting for the sake of it, a war in which at the end nobody really wins. It is simply a contest to see who can one up the other more quickly, leading to blood spilled and lives lost pointlessly. While Seiji has long since accepted that part of his duty is to fight if such an event occurs, that does not mean he agrees with those who demand violence over an issue that could be resolved through simple common sense and communication. Through centuries of conflict, he has learnt the hard way that mass violence and death serves little purpose but to bring grief to those left behind.
Arrogance
A know it all, and anyone with a holier than thou attitude will quickly find themselves be met with Seiji's distaste. While he can be prideful in his own way, he has never been one to believe he is better than others. Those that look above the rest and claim to be better, will often see that Seiji will attempt to bother them and ruffle their pompous demeanor in any way he can. Tipping the scales a little in his favor never hurt, right?
Warm Weather
Summer. Why do people like it again? Because Seiji sure doesn't, the sweltering heat, bugs everywhere even if some are cute, the constant complaining from everyone around him and no matter how much you try. The impossibility that is completely cooling over even enough to properly sleep overnight, all of it is just terrible. While still more than capable of working normally during the summer heat, that doesn't mean he has to like it.
Nobility
It is not that he loathes those who are born into such a system, they cannot help that. No, it is simply the entire infrastructure in general that irritates him to no end. A select few put upon a pedestal and told that they are special, more important than those around them. While Seiji understands that some contributions from such families should be respected, he is of the firm belief that such history should not grant them special privileges of any kind. If they wish to make their way within the world, it should be worked for just as anyone else does. Not handed to them upon a delicate silver platter.
Hell
A place he never wishes to venture into. While the thought of those that reside within do not bother him, the general atmosphere and from what he has heard of such a place, the thought of going there most certainly fills him with a deep sense of unease. Despite knowing he may have to travel there eventually, he is not looking forward to the experience and whatever horrors he may have to witness. Or whatever abominations he may have to battle against in order to survive.Likes:
Solitude & Silence
As entertaining and amusing as daily life can be within the Seireitei as a Shinigami, full of sounds, sights and paperwork galore. It can get to be a bit much sometimes. While happy to socialize for some time, Seiji much prefers moments of peace and quiet whenever he can get them. A warm drink after a long day, no training, no shouting, no being bothered at least every five minutes. Just silence and calm. Something he has found aids him massively in analyzing the day as a whole, alongside allowing his own mental state to relax - just a bit. Even if it only lasts a few hours, those moments are far better than spiraling into frustration from a lack of a break.
Rain
Despite his fear of thunder and lightning, rain falling by itself from the skies has always soothed him and eased his mind. Often times Seiji can be found outside when the rains, simply taking it in the atmosphere and calming sensation of raindrops crashing down onto his form, soaking him to the bone. Even if he does end up with a slight cold afterwards. During rainy evenings, he will often sleep with a window open to listen to the pattering sound of moisture pressing onto the roof above, a noise that has never failed to send him to sleep rather quickly.
Kidō
Instinctual and powerful, spiritual yet incredibly theoretical at the same time. While never having considered using Kidō as a boy, over the centuries Seiji has garnered a certain level of respect for the Shinigami art. Allowing him multiple ways of combating anyone that stands before him, without requiring him to rely upon his Zanpakuto quite as often. Despite enjoying such a seemingly simple yet complex art, he knows there are and will always be those that excel at Kidō far more than he will ever be capable of, and as such rarely discusses his use of any such abilities.
Snakes
Cold-blooded yet understanding animals, Seiji has always found the slithering creatures to be fascinating and good company rolled into one. While many fear them, he can often be found with one nestled within his usual garb, or curled up at his home. Despite the clear unease that some possess around the venomous beings, he has found himself curious about them since his young childhood when first encountering them in Rukongai, and will often try to convince others that they aren't so bad. Nor nearly as dangerous, as long as you're very careful.
Sleeping
Despite the number of duties placed upon him during his years as a Shinigami rising through the ranks, Seiji has always managed to make time for at least a somewhat decent sleep schedule. Given his habit of being able to fall into a deep sleep against just about any surface, he has often enjoyed the benefit of simply dozing off where he sits as soon as work is done. Or even napping in the middle of the day for an hour or so, if the morning has been particularly trying on him. Needless to say, only the most daring of Shinigami ever attempt to wake him before he is ready, bringing him back into consciousness is a tricky task when he enjoys dreaming so much.
Teasing
There is little he enjoys more than wiling away the hours of tedious boredom that is dealing with paperwork, via the embarrassment of others. Often one to poke fun at those around him, though if it is meant maliciously or not is difficult to tell, Seiji will often use just about whatever method that works in order to get a rise out of someone. Sometimes because he is simply that bored. While the rest is to provide a distraction, from another's troubles, to make them slip up in a spar? Who can say. Either way he enjoys it, and has no plans of stopping when it's a nice breather from talking politics or assignments all day.
Nature
As a boy, he always loved wandering through dense forests and wide open spaces, just to see what was out there. To enjoy how free everything felt, away from the chaos of Rukongai, and eventually, as a way to step back from the busy daily life of a Shinigami. Since losing his sight, things have gotten more difficult, as roaming out in the open takes more effort, but Seiji always tries to do so as often as he can. Be it through a forest, or simply up somewhere high where he can feel a gentle breeze and nothing but a soothing quiet for miles around.
Alcohol & Drinks Mixer
Old as he is, as many like to remind him, Seiji has enjoyed a vast variety of alcoholic concoctions and beverages over the years. All from a mix of places and time periods. While he has his favorites, he ensures to only drink in moderation, but that does not mean he places the same limitations upon those that drink with him. Having picked up a habit he is rather fond of from what he has witnessed in the human world, that of mixing drinks to produce cocktails and many other kinds of drinks upon request. It is not like he keeps such things always on hand, but he does have a stash both within his room and office for special occasions.
Shogi
Strategy is always something that has sparked his curiosity, even from a young age, Seiji has always been interesting in learning alternate methods of fighting and misdirecting those who would attempt to bring him down. The game of Shogi in turn, helps with that, giving him time to consider every opportunity before him without having to test such theories within battle. While not often, he will willingly play against just about anyone wishing to test their skills. A pleasing break from paperwork and other duties that bog him down.
Rukongai
As content as he has become living within the Seireitei, Seiji has always enjoyed being able to return to the outer reaches of the Soul Society. While his upbringing within the furthest districts was far from idyllic, going back to such a space has always provided him with a strange sort of comfort. While he rarely has the free time to be able to visit these days, he always tries to make time to explore districts that he is unfamiliar with. Despite that, when he does step out into Rukongai, it is most likely to find him within his former home of the 64th district, simply taking it all in and offering help where he can.Flaws:
Cruelty
It is not to say that he always means to, but there are many times in which he cannot help himself. A sharp and silver tongue honed over centuries leave Seiji with plenty of material to used in order to make anyone squirm and breakdown. It simply takes the right handful of words and tone. While such cruelty only really extends to any verbal debates he may have, that has not stopped others from suspecting he may be just as cruel on the battlefield as he can be off of it. Unfortunately for everyone else, Seiji has no desire to correct them on this matter and often leaves those around him to believe just that.
Distrustful
As much and as often as Seiji can be a social being, capable of having conversations lasting for hours on end from a variety of topics, between even those who find him unnerving. That does not mean, that for a single second, he trusts anyone within such a space. There have been but a rare handful who have ever managed to earn his complete trust, those few for whom he would do anything for. Most of which have long since passed on. But as the old saying goes, keep your enemies close and your friends closer. Having been betrayed time and time again, Seiji has learnt the value of keeping his guard up, for his own safety.
Self Criticism & Blame
In truth, Seiji has never been the type to think highly of himself, as much as he may pretend to in front of some. Above no one and this extends into his daily life. While many others see themselves flawed in someways yet with time to improve, he goes far beyond this. Despite knowing his own limits and skill, Seiji will often find his own actions lacking. Blame placed upon him in situations in which he had no control over, a part of his nature he has not been able to shake since his childhood. Often needing someone to snap him out of such a spiral before he regains his composure and focus, be that another Shinigami or even his own Zanpakuto.
Stubborn
No one can change his mind, and that is that. Seiji even from a young age has possessed an uncommonly high amount of pure stubbornness and rarely has anyone ever been able to change his mind on something. He has never been one to let his opinions and views be easily swayed, and while he will not shove his own opinions down others throats as it were. Trying to get him to change his mind, is like trying to destroy a mountain with one's bare hands, next to impossible. While there are ways of wearing him down and getting him to concede and listen, it must be done over countless weeks, months even, before he will even dare to consider that he may have been wrong. While not nearly as bad or loud about it as he was in his youth, this doesn't stop the frustration that his stubbornness often brings upon others.
Blind
Time changes people, some say. Seiji despite not being born without the ability to see, after remaining in his current state for a few centuries, has grown very used to being without his sense of sight. He can still recall his own appearance and that of those he saw often centuries before, but for those he has freshly met after, there is little but a vague outline based upon what he has gathered within his head. Few can rarely tell that he has actually blind, as most merely assume he chooses to keep his eyes almost entirely closed for a majority of the time. Through carefully honing his senses and with a little Kidō, Seiji is able to move around places as anyone normally would. While his lack of sight makes him somewhat easier to ambush, it does make him rather immune to any sight based techniques others may use - including illusions.
Elusive
While he rarely physically disappears from his duties, Seiji has never been the type to be emotional or open with just about anyone. Those that he once shared such a close connection with, long since dead, leave him with little but his own thoughts to guide him. Some of those around him will often find him blankly staring into space, and if asked about anything relating to his own emotions, Seiji is very quick to smoothly deflect such questions back upon those who ask. Or change the subject entirely. In truth, he will do just about anything to avoid talking about his emotions when working. When off duty, well even he isn't sure then.Habits:
Sarcasm
A quirk he has been unable to rid himself of, not that he has any desire to do so. He has little time for pointless or obvious questions, and as such will normally answer with a heavy dose of sarcasm to not so subtly suggest that whomever is asking simply move along and ask someone who will give them a proper answer. Or just figure it out for themselves, a far better solution in his mind.
Double Checking
Seiji is a man who if possible, likes to leave nothing to chance. On a daily basis he will double and sometimes triple check whatever it is he may be doing. Be it paperwork, his own form in training, information regarding another Shinigami or even briefings given to him in regards to a potential threat that needs to be eliminated. Whatever it may be, Seiji likes to be prepared as best he can in advance before he takes any action on a matter.
Treading Back & Forth
As a result of his very nature and want to ensure he has as much knowledge about a situation as possible before diving into it, he can sometimes be found pacing back and forth. Usually however, he manages to restrict such a habit to only his personal chambers or office, in order to avoid disturbing others as his mind whirls with choices and data. When in such a state, it will often take quite a number of attempts before anyone can gain his attention and snap him away from his mental calculations. This habit also tends to show itself in times of high stress, most frequently right before any large scale battle.
Resting Place
Once every fortnight on a Sunday morning, Seiji is well know for disappearing from whatever duties he may have, vanishing into thin air for a few hours before returning to his post. During this time, he returns to his former home in the 64th Distract of North Rukongai, to visit his brother's grave. Both to pay his respects and speak more freely than he ever does to anyone within the Gotei 13. It is well known that he does not take kindly to anyone that dares attempt to follow him, or listen in to the conversation he has with his twin. Such a moment is exceptionally personal, and the rare few that have tried, had often found themselves on the receiving end of a destructive Hadō or two. Upon his return, he resumes his duties as normal, and will outright refuse to address any questions relating to his whereabouts.
Asleep in Seconds
A habit picked up unintentionally during his many years spent in Rukongai, from decades of sleeping upon just about any surface imaginable, it is from this that Seiji is able to fall asleep in almost any location or position. On the roof of the barracks, on a window ledge, even sitting perfectly straight in a chair. Due to his nature of keeping his eyes hidden for the most part, many at times find it difficult to tell if he is asleep or simply listening. A fact that Seiji has no problems taking full advantage of, especially when others believe him to not be hearing every word spoken.
Smoking
Something he picked up during his first trip to the Human World, and has ended up keeping ever since. Something about such a habit soothes him during long and tiring days, it gives him a brief break in such a chaotic world, although he knows it is likely bad for his health. Yet if he's already dead anyway, what is truly the harm? Of course this also means that he has to make the occasional trip to the Human World, not that he minds the infrequent change in scenery.Fears:
Never Good Enough
A worry of many, and while he never had anyone to disappoint in the way of parental figures growing up, that hasn't stopped such thoughts from surfacing over the centuries. Never strong enough, never fast enough to save what he wishes to, never smart enough to find the right path. No matter what, it simply never seems as if he will ever be good enough. Strong as he is, he knows there are many far more powerful than he will ever be able to become. It is a deep rooted fear, a doubt he keeps close to his heart, and rightfully silent about. Or so he believes.
Thunderstorms
A rather uncommon fear born from his living in Rukongai as a boy. Thunderstorms meant more troubles, more things to worry about, a shock of lightning overhead that could destroy you within an instant if it so dared to. While Seiji has no trouble with those who control similar abilities, a natural thunderstorm still frightens him somewhat. When present, he can always be found inside somewhere, likely trying to distract himself from the thunderous and chaotic rage of the skies above.
Losing Control
Like many, he fears just as they do, even if he may be better at hiding it. That loss of control, insanity, madness, whatever one wishes to call it. That is something he wishes to avoid at all costs. He has seen what those who lose themselves become, in greed or revenge. He wants none of that, to be able to remain level headed is enough for him, even with all his usual doubts. The sheer depth of fear if such a thing were to occur, if he were to snap, is like a bottomless pit he cannot look into. Never. This fear will eventually extend to contain his Inner Hollow as well, the despair of seeing that unleashed and being only able to watch as they use his body to cause chaos is a terrifying thought, one he will go to any lengths to avoid at all costs.
Dying Alone
Despite his reluctance to trust another and to keep most at a certain distance. Seiji is not one to want to be alone when his life does end once again, as selfish as it may be, he wishes to matter. To have someone there because they want to be, for him, in his final moments. He doesn't care if his death comes slowly or not, only that he does not have to endure it in total solitude.
Further Loss
Loss happens, it is expected, it is normal for a Shinigami as they grow. Or so he was told. Yet Seiji hates it, knowing so many he has cared for are now lost. Through a long life, or as is more common, through death from another. Losing family was bad enough, but lost friends over the span of many centuries have built up the more time has passed. These days, the thought of seeing more fall that he loves fills him with a deep sense of unease and sadness. He knows more will fall, it is inevitable, yet he is not sure how he will come to handle that when the time comes.
Pinned Down
It is not a fear he has been able to fix or move away from, not for as long as he can remember. An instinctual urge to get away whenever anyone manages to hold him down, not through Kidō, another's release or even through being cuffed. But from another's sheer physical prowess keeping him from going anywhere. While this links back to his death as a human, Seiji has no recollection of this, only the feeling of hopelessness and massive amounts of fear that go along with it. Having occurred but once during his years in the Shin'ō Academy, he has done his best to ensure that no such horrific event repeats itself. Lest he be plunged into darkness once again.
Illness Returning
As a young boy in Rukongai, even as a human, at the very start of his life he was always a sickly child. Neither he nor his twin could ever understand why, nor did those who dared approach them bother to find out either. While this has faded as he has aged and grown stronger, now nothing but a distant memory, Seiji worries greatly for the day it may come back. Long ago leaving him bedridden for days at a time, he has no desire to return to that, not now when he has such power to do some form of good. He can't help anyone if he's helpless. And he refuses to allow himself to be that ever again.Goals:
Meeting his "Mother"
Despite only having flickers of memories, the barest hint of who he used to be before waking up within Rukongai, he remembers one face very clearly. That of his mother, one he has never been able to locate within the Soul Society, even centuries after his own death and likely her own as well there has been no sign of her. He seeks her out, not for a happy reunion. But for closure, to recall fully what happened to him and his late brother, and perhaps be able to understand why when he thinks of that hazy image of her in his mind - he is filled with nothing but hatred and grief.
Partner in Crime
It is for a good reason that he keeps a distance from many, or so he believes, but that doesn't mean that he wishes to be alone for the remainder of his days alive. There have been a handful of attempts over the centuries, a one night stand here and there, yet none of it has ever seemed real. As if someone were not simply here to entertain themselves through his own discomfort and then move on. While he knows there are many far better than he, yet despite that he still hopes for someone. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday.
Restoring Sight
While Seiji is well aware that there are ways of doing so temporarily, since losing his sight, he has always aimed to find a way to regain it. Though he doubts his sight will ever fully return, even partial sight would be better than the pitch black darkness he has come to experience and know like an old friend. Despite knowing that trying to find a solution could risk even more damage, he feels that he at least has to keep trying, regardless of if he succeeds or not.
Fixing Disharmony
Despite long since attaining Shikai and Bankai and coming to an understanding with his Zanpakuto, Seiji is well aware that there is still a level of friction and disharmony between the two of them. Part of one soul they may be, but that does not mean that disagreements do not happen somewhat frequently. While Soyoukaze has long agreed to submit and work alongside their master, Seiji knows there are still things that could be improved upon. A goal that will take time, and perhaps uncomfortable amounts of self reflection. But it doesn't hurt to try, now does it?
Mastering Kidō
While use of the blade has always come naturally to Seiji, like instinct or second nature, Kidō is always something that despite his best efforts has always taken a lot longer. Despite that, many a teacher both recent and former have noted that he seems to have a gift for the Shinigami art. And so his aim is to not only master what he can of each new Kidō presented to him. But one day be able to create his own and expand the general perception of the art beyond simply a few little spells, or a convenience that is used instead of one's Zanpakuto. Using such an art, he believes, does not make any Shinigami any weaker, in fact, he has found that many who do are generally more creative. A fact he admires, and strives to replicate.
Alignment: Chaotic GoodOverall Personality:
A man of many faces, or so they say.
In truth, such a statement is rather accurate. Having lived, survived, lost and fought for nearly five centuries, there are very few things that Seiji has never truly experienced in one way or another. Be it out of a lingering sense of fear, or due to duties preventing him from exploring each and every individual world beyond the Soul Society as thoroughly as he would like. Despite his age there are small commonalities in his behavior and attitude which have lingered ever since his birth as a human, to his swift death and rebirth as a soul; all the way up to the present day. Even if others are blind to such minuscule changes, those that pay attention may find an entirely different man then who many expected based upon first impressions. Speaking of which.
From a distance, Seiji appears to be a Shinigami like many others. Though his somewhat menacing spiritual aura and standard facial expressions generally deter many people from wanting to interact with him in any capacity whatsoever. Seen as a generally unnerving man at first glance, very few stick around to find out more about him. When not in conversation with another, he is normally almost entirely silent, save for the occasional order given or question asked to anyone around him at the time. Going from one task to the next with a swift and efficient demeanor, regardless of if the task is enjoyable or one as tedious and bothersome as paperwork, he will usually aim to complete such things as quickly as possible. Not from impatience, but simply to allow him to focus on other things once everything important, and typically dull, is taken care of.
When approached by another for conversation, his attitude takes a slightly different turn. This is of course, heavily dependent upon who it is exactly that he is conversing with, to a certain degree. To those he is familiar with, friends if you will, he can be seen as relaxed and rather laid back for one who likely has other things he should be doing. Tone a melodious drawl as he speaks calmly, as if he has all the time in the world to sit and chat about everything or nothing at all. Despite the ease at which he speaks to those he considers friends, that does not mean he is ever entirely nice about it. Teasing and subtle jabs thrown in here and there, a quick remark here, an amused observation there. Though meant in jest, the few that know him well enough will take it as such, others however are not quite so quick to forget such comments made. Even so, to any that take such words harshly, they are rapidly ignored or simply forgotten once the conversation ends. Seiji has learnt over the years that it is best not to dwell on the slight unhappiness of anyone else unless it is someone he truly cares for, it is just far too depressing otherwise. So he moves on, as swift as the wind, from one destination to the next.
To the individuals whom Seiji has rarely if ever conversed with, typically other division's seated and unseated members, alongside many within Rukongai and those far beyond the Soul Society, they will often receive a more subdued response. A curious man by his very nature, he will often take the time to listen and observe, far more than actually speak when around those of which he is unfamiliar. Happy enough to chat and learn more about others, he will often keep his own answers to the point and brief. Shrugging off any attempts at more prodding questions about himself and instead focusing upon the individual and their own opinions about the world around them. While he does not always mean or intend to deflect answers into another route of conversation, it has become quite a bad habit stemming from his days within Rukongai, something he has little desire to change around those that likely only speak with him to gather information. Trust is not something easily given, and as such Seiji will frequently ensure to give out as little knowledge about himself as possible, better to keep his secrets for those that truly deserve them.
Against those who are hostile to him, there are a variety of ways in which he may act, depending on the severity of his foe's intentions to do him harm. Many who simply dislike him are often received with mocking politeness and swift emotional jabs in order to set them on edge, for any nobility this is all but assured, as for them he will often go out of his way just to frustrate such pompous individuals. While some may mean him harm, those that don't outright attack him, Seiji has been known to at least attempt to cordially converse with. Being of a difference race, in his view, doesn't mean you can't have an intelligent conversation with that person. Even if their orders may involve killing you, if it must happen, that does not mean you cannot speak with them first. Of course, this only applies to those that seem willing in the first place. To those that scream and taunt him instead of engaging their brains first, they are quick to meet their end from the edge of his blade. Swift and merciless. Just as it should be.
Despite his usual mellow and occasional mischievous demeanor, he is well aware that there are times at which such fun and teasing has to stop. It is such obvious dedication when required that has got him this far, while not a prodigy nor naturally talented in most things, when called to action - Seiji will always ensure the job gets done. Be it via delegating or doing so himself if he deems the task too much of a hassle for others to complete in a timely manner. This focus and level of seriousness is rarely seen from the Shinigami, only put into place when he or others are under a serious threat. Since his joining of the Gotei 13, this has included any emergencies that have occurred as well, though even with such threats he perhaps isn't as concerned by them as he should be. Often going to investigate yet seeming bored all the while, even if they are completed in due course. Tasked will be accomplished swiftly, yet often not as 'to the letter' or 'by the book' as some more strict individuals' prefer. It is not that he doesn't care, but the repetition of such tasks after many centuries alive weight on him, and in turn occasionally lead to a lack of care about a serious matter. No matter how much be complains or outwardly appears to be tired of it all, the task will still be done. It is his job after all.
Looking outside of his work life as a Shinigami, while it is very rare that he is permitted free time anymore, there are a number of differences in how Seiji acts when off-duty compared to when he wanders the Seireitei in his shihakushō. To start with, he is far more lazy when not tasked with anything to occupy his attention, happy to wander about aimlessly for hours on end. Simply stopping to eat or even converse with strangers for hours before continuing to explore as he wishes, for as long as he feels like it. This laziness reflects in his tone as well, a slower drawl that betrays his want to simply do things at his own pace, as opposed to the often breakneck speed of the Gotei 13 each and every day. It is on such rare days, that Seiji will often leave the Seiretei entirely and avoid those still on duty, or in reality anyone trying to track him down as well. Lounging within the outer districts of Rukongai, or even strolling through the World of the Living, he makes it a point to not be around all that usual chaos when given such freedoms.
As indifferent and nonchalant as he can be about things, not everything is all sweetness and light. His aura naturally keeps people at a distance, a fact of life that he has come to prefer over decades. Added onto that, is the blunt and sarcastic manner in which Seiji addresses someone else. Frequently pointing out a topic or subject that may be sensitive, or simply stating an observation that he's realized through watching another, all the while keeping an amused tone and smile upon his face. Be it about their general emotional state, the way they stand within his presence, or even how often they reach for their weapon when talking. This quirk of his, while having gotten slightly better since his loss of sight, Seiji has made up for it by finding new ways without even consciously being aware of doing so. A racing heartbeat, nervous tapping, the scrape of a blade against the sheath. Whatever it may be, he will usually point it out, this is especially true for those he knows treat him differently due to his lack of sight. A loss of sight has not changed how he acts, be it his bluntness, general sarcastic nature at the world around him or anything else.
One factor that has assuredly never changed, is that of his temper. Seiji on principle, detests becoming angry or exceptionally frustrated. Moderation is key, as far as he has found. Annoyance occurs, like it or not, and that he has learnt how to deal with quite well. But to those who push him past that breaking point, many find a darker man lurks beneath the surface of a level-headed guise. Once pushed, Seiji becomes a far more sinister man, spiteful, once teasing words now twisted into venomous statements. If in a fight, the object of his anger will be cut down without mercy or even pity and if possible, as slowly as possible simply to draw out that agony and helplessness some may feel before death. Malicious threats of violence and torture are not common if he is driven too far, but that does not mean he will not use them if he has to. Words are quick, almost hissed out, that normal melodious tone gone and replaced by a lighter almost happier tone. Seiji when in such a state, will use all he has available to make sure the person responsible for causing such anger is utterly miserable, particularly if such emotions were evoked by the harming of another. While he does not shout or scream, his rage simmers beneath the surface, using his own natural cunning not for battle or to aid the Gotei 13, but to make another suffer in as many ways as is possible.
With scarcely emerging rage, comes the opposite. Emotions have never been his strong suit, not even at his happiest. In reality, he is simply sacred - terrified - of such things. Of caring too much and being hurt, of loving and losing as he has in the past, more than he would ever care to remember. Seiji, when all the masks and pretenses of a simple life of duty fall away, is a broken man. By things both in and totally out of his control, many of which he blames himself for to this day. To any that manage to break down or chip away enough of his boundaries, they will find someone who cares far more than he allows himself to vocalize or act upon. Words softly spoken and carefully considered as he sorts through his emotions, far more attentive and warm-hearted than he ever would be otherwise. When within the presence of those closest to him, there is a gentleness and compassionate side that is hard to ignore, kept hidden at the very core of Seiji's own nature as a being that was once human. A part of himself that he shares with only a trusted few.
As abrupt and distant as he can be, one of his most notable traits, is that of the abundant curiosity he possesses. Rather well known for simply hanging around in places and situations he really shouldn't, if he finds them interesting enough. It is not only this innate curious spark that partly drove his desire to become a Shinigami, but his own personal desire to learn and seek further knowledge. Due to this, he will often be found wandering around odd places, from returning to Shin'ō Academy to sit in on a lecture he has never experienced before; to simply strolling around and listening to the conversations and daily lives of those around him. When not doing this, he will often implement such knowledge for general mischief around the Seiretei as a whole and whatever way he can to amuse himself, when not dragged down to the depths by paperwork. Though he ensures such things are never harmful enough to result in a trip to Squad Four, though anything prior to that in his eyes, is fair game.
In essence, while he is a very focused man when it comes to his duties, both to his Division and the Gotei 13 in a more general sense. When let free, Seiji is a complex yet somewhat withdrawn individual who wanders for seemingly no reason, drawn to one place after another like a gentle breeze is pushing him along through life. While some find him rather strange and even a little unnerving, he has long since come to accept this as something he cannot change. As such, he does what he can to deal with whatever complexities befall his life, and push on regardless.
