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[Hanaya Hirashi]

GOBANTAI FLOWER OF THE SEIREITEI TAG @tag OUTFIT Shihakusho WORDS 000 NOTES Blah

-Opening-

Member's Discord Name: Marcia

Password 1: Black Hole

Password 2: Moon Pray

Type: Prodigy Version 2

Squad: Five

Rank: Seated Officer

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-Basic Information-

Name: Hanaya Hirashi [華や 火ら師]

Age of Death: Eighteen Months

Real Age/Age of Appearance: 314 / 25

Birthday (Month/Day): September 17

Blood Type: O negative

RP Sample (Optional): [Insert Here]

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-Appearance-

Height/Weight: 174cm (5 ft. 8.5 in) / 73kg (160.9 lbs.)

Physical Description: A confident, swaying, chest-first gait carries Hanaya throughout the world. It's the first thing to notice upon her entrance to a room, followed shortly thereafter by her willowy frame. Tall for a woman, Hanaya carries her height with grace, and seldom presents as lanky or gangly, instead slipping through the world with careless ease, visibly at home in her body. Despite her lithe frame, she is hardly svelte; her arms and stomach are finely toned, and she is possessed of a noticable bosom. 

Her flaxen hair is long, and usually worn down, or else pinned up with traditional ornamental barrettes and kanzashi when required for formal functions. She sports a long straight-cut fringe, which stops just above her eyes, into which her eyebrows disappear when she is shocked, or flabbergasted by someone else's actions. She also has two long bangs which frame her face which she often decorates with small flower pins. Her eyes are a pacific blue, framed by dark lashes, with the slightest crease at their corner when she smiles. Said smile is, more often than not, a toothy grin; fuchsia lips parted about pearly teeth, straight but for ever so slightly snaggled incisors. During the summer, the bridge of Hanaya's nose, and her cheeks are dotted with miniscule freckles, though otherwise her usually porcelain skin, white with a red undertone, tans to a builder's tea complexion. Conversely, during wintertime, especially snowy conditions, Hanaya's fair skin almost glows with paleness. Often, when cold, the tip of her nose, her cheekbones, and the joints of her fingers all flush a deep pink, which she finds particularly aggravating and suffers little teasing for. Other than that, Hanaya is proud of her hands, and considers them her best quality. They're slender, flecked with but one or two freckles, with shapely almondlike nails, and smooth joints, each phalange sporting just a few soft blonde baby hairs.

Ordinarily, Hanaya is seen clad in her shihakusho, which she wears without any significant modifications, and ensures she tightens fully so as not to be too revealing. Outside of work, however, when she is attending functions, she is a big fan of delicate, floral print yukatas and kimonos, or else even simple summer dresses. In the winter, she might be clad in stylish fur boots and gloves, and wear velvet coats and cloaks trimmed with fur.

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-Personality-

Dislikes:

• Cleaning. Hanaya is pretty laid-back, and dislikes having to do cleaning, and indeed prefers cluttered places anyway. While she doesn't exactly enjoy dirt or filth all that much, she is not one to be bothered by a bit of dust or cobwebs, and takes a maximalist approach to belongings and personal living space.
  
• Owls. They just give her the creeps; she doesn't trust anything that isn't around when the sun's up in general, perhaps with the exception of cats and, of course, badgers, but Owls in particular give Hanaya an uneasy feeling, a creeping sensation of existential dread. This dislike is strong enough that it borders on a phobia.
  
• Coriander / Cilantro. It simply tastes like soap to Hanaya. Indeed, she considers herself unfortunate as she also does not possess the gene which allows for the tasting of the particular sugar which gives grapefruit its sweetness, ensuring that the fruit tastes purely bitter to her. At least, however, she can appreciate that a grapefruit might be delicious to those not similarly cursed. Coriander, on the other hand, is (to her) an irredeemable, soapy object of disgust, which she can't simply understand what it might have to offer.
  
• Smoking. She finds it rather distasteful, and can't stand the smell of most smoke, but especially any kind of menthol cigarette, or God forbid, a cigar. Occasionally, a particularly delicate tobacco blend, smoked through a pipe or similar, might give her a nostalgic feeling, though she would never even contemplating smoking anything herself.
  
• Nobility. In particular, arranged marriage and the damage many selfish and self-serving nobles can cause unsuspecting victims such as herself. While Hanaya has somewhat of a respect for the authority of law (out of necessity more than anything else), and the hierarchy of martial power, the influence of noble families is a matter of great distress to her.
• Paperwork. Honestly, who likes paperwork? Hanaya will find excuses to get out of doing it if at all possible, or will simply rubber stamp most documents due to her extreme exasperation.
  

Likes:

• Flowers. Flowers are Hanaya's greatest love, especially flowers with strong scents. Her favourites, however, are the especially delicate and beautiful alpine and upland wildflowers. Arnicas, bluebells, buttercups, snowdrops, lupines, saxifrage, daisies, heather cause Hanaya's heart to sing with delight.
  
• Tea. In particular, Hanaya is partial to Earl Grey and other breakfast teas, with milk. She likes her tea strong and milky, in a style often dubbed "builder's tea". In general, she carries a flask with her, as well as a couple of tin cups, in case the urge ever strikes her.
  
• Picnics. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned Victorian picnic, on days off, Hanaya will journey to picturesque parts of the Rukongai to take the air and enjoy finger sandwiches, Victoria sponge, biscuits, strawberries, crackers and cheese, sticky dates, and slices of pear.
  
• Choir Music. In particular, Hanaya loves male voice choirs. She has a thoroughly ancient gramophone procured from squad twelve which she uses to play records illicitly acquired from the Human World, featuring usually Welsh or German men.
  
• Rhymes, Puns and Spoonerisms. Indeed, Hanaya has quite the sense of humour, much of which is dependent on wordplay. She will often delight in the confusion and subsequent realization of others from her swapping letters in her words, especially words which sound funny as a result.
  
• Sunshine. A total heliophile, Hanaya loves being in the sun, enjoying its warmth and light, like a plant drinking its rays to grow and flourish.
  

Flaws:

• Hanaya possesses a deep scar on her midriff, above her belly button, from where her late husband stabbed her in a rage. While she considers it a physical flaw, one which she dislikes, she has not sought for it to be removed by the healers in Yonbantai, as a reminder of the vicious man which she managed to escape from, and to never allow herself to be chained by another who wishes to use and control her.
  
• Even in serious situations, Hanaya can come across as a little flippant. That is not to say that she is arrogant or cocky- she does not hold herself in higher regard than she ought, but even at moments where it would be ill-advised, she still has a tendency to make light of the situation, which can work to her detriment, especially when it comes to more dour superiors, or even more, hot-tempered opponents who take her humour as insult.
  
• A strong proponent of "work smarter not harder", Hanaya can be extremely bone-idle, which can lead to goofing off, though never quite to the point of shirking her duties and responsibilities entirely. She simply possesses an orthogonal set of priorities to some people around her, and those priorities include getting enough time lying in the sun or getting some R&R done, and not so much ensuring her paperwork is word-accurate.
  
• Although she would never admit it, Hanaya can be guilty of using her charm and good looks to get her way. While she would refuse to accept it, she can be a little manipulative, and subconsciously, if she finds someone who seems attracted to her, she might pump the gas a little if she wants something from them. Someone might be upset when their expectations are spurned down the line.
  

Habits:

• Given the two long bangs either side of her face, Hanaya has a tendency to grab and twirl the ends of them between her fingertips if she is feeling bored, restless of exciting. She twists them around her slender index finger, and rolls the strands between the same finger and her thumb.
  
• Often, when she is pondering something deeply, she will bend her index finger and bite at her second knuckle: the one between her intermediate and proximial bones. When she's thinking especially hard, she bites with a lot of force, which she says helps her concentrate, and leaves little teeth marks in her finger. Those who know her well might see that she's been contemplating something deeply by observing these little dents.
  
• She has a habit of saying "now, in a minute" to indicate something happening either straight away or even up to an hour away.
• Whenever Hanaya greets someone, or parts from someone, she does it three times; "Hello, how are you, how are you doing?", "Goodbye, see you later, farewell." Partly she regards this as simple politeness, though it's born of an unconscious whimsy.

Fears:

• Above all else, Hanaya is afraid of the night. Hollows often emerge from the darkness, and for her it has associations with being lonely, and oppressive. Throughout her life, Hanaya has found little refuge in the night, and as a lover of the sun, being without it makes her sad. This is more than a simple fear of the dark, indeed she can manage in the darkness. But the kind of deep quiet nighttime brings, its citizens, and the monochrome bleakness of a life under moonlight terrifies her.
  
• Incarceration is another fear of Hanaya's. Having spent much of her life feeling trapped; in a home, in a marriage, in a family which she did not care for or feel any particular love of, and having subsequently broken free, the idea of once again losing her freedom is a source of existential dread for Hanaya, and one which she battles against almost every day. Her fear is so great, that in battle, even the threat of some power or ability which might lock her away indefinitely will be enough to send her into a berserk state, acting more aggressive, like a cornered animal.
  

Goals:

• Hanaya wishes to grow stronger, for the sole purpose of ensuring her continued liberty. Motivated by her fear of being trapped, she wishes to gain power not to use to oppress or to gain authority over others, but simply to gain more authority over herself, and to ensure that no-one must be trapped in the way she was, if there's anything she can do to help it.
  
• Additionally, having had the opportunity to discover herself, she has found a love of studying, and especially studying and learning Kido. The opportunity to develop kido in Gobantai is a golden chance for her to fulfil her ambition to learn everything she can about casting spells and understanding how to develop ever more effective kido.
  

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Overall Personality: [Insert Here]

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-Powers-

Fighting Style: [Insert Here]

Zanpakutou Spirit Appearance: Rensui Nagareru takes the form of a very tall woman, with extremely straight, flowing black hair. She wears a silvery yukata, and her hair is bound in an ornate copper headpiece, from which many small copper talismans dangle, making a slight jingling noise. Her wrists are shackled by copper restraints, and she is blindfolded. In her Rensui Nagareru Amanogawa form, she is no longer blindfolded, and the copper restraints are broken, but still hang about her wrists. Her hair, previously straight, billows outwards in constantly undulating waves.

Inner World:

Hanaya's inner world takes the shape of a large, alpine meadow, filled with flowers. Mountains tower in the distance, and a sparkling, crystalline river flows through the landscape, icy cold and perfectly clear. The sun shines down warmly, and a cool breeze can be seen rippling in silvery waves over the grass and petals. In the distance, a small stone house with a wooden door sits by the largest of the rivers which trickles its contents into a bright blue lake. The house possesses a waterwheel which turns lazily in the current with a pleasant creaking and splashing.

When Hanaya is experiencing moments of turmoil, night falls over the meadow and a deep orange half moon shines ominously down from the sky, reflected in the surface of the lake. The flowers are not present, and instead there is only long grass, which trips and grasps at Hanaya's ankles, which grows from a bed of sticky, sinking mud.

Zanpakutou Appearances: 

Asauchi
In asauchi form, Rensui Nagareru is a slightly longer than average katana (to accommodate Hanaya's height). The blade itself is unremarkable, similar to most other shinigami's asauchi. The tsuba is shaped as an extended octagon, with its longest sides along the width of the blade. Upon the tsuba are two carved images of flowers; on the grip side, they resemble snowdrops, whereas on the blade, there are carvings in the shape of bluebells. The ito, or braided fabric which covers the handle, is pastel pink in colour, and wrapped in the traditional fashion, leaving diamond shapes exposing the handle beneath.

Shikai
Upon calling the release phrase, Rensui Nagareru melts in its entirety, changing from the shape of a sword into a dark grey metallic fluid, which rapidly drips from the previously held sword, before coalescing into a loop of flowing liquid, about fifty gallons worth, which orbits Hanaya. When the fluid hardens, it becomes black, and any bladed segments shine a steely silver colour, in this regard matching other zanpakutou. Hanaya often chooses for the shikai to retain certain forms with which she is accustomed to fighting. The zanpakutou might immediately take one of these forms, which include shapes such as a katana-wakazashi pair, a large halberd, a skin-tight set of dark gloves, a series of orbs which orbit in a figure eight.

Bankai

Releasing her bankai causes a torrent of fluid to emerge from the blade, which must be reformed from the shikai in order to activate the bankai. This fluid appears similar in nature to that of the shikai, the main difference being the enormous quantity, which grows to one thousand gallons.

Shikai Name: Rensui Nagareru [蓮水流れる] (Flowing Lotus Water)

Shikai Release Phrase: Overflowing cup topple over, enticing scent ride upon the breeze, show the moon's distortion reflected on your turgid surface, surge, Rensui Nagareru!

Bankai Name: Rensui Nagareru Amanogawa [蓮水流れる天の川] (Heavenly River of Flowing Lotus Water)

Overall Ability: [Insert Here]

Shikai Overall Ability: [Insert Here]

Bankai Overall Ability: [Insert Here]

Zanpakuto Techniques: [Generate below. Include powers and weaknesses.]

Other Techniques:

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Birthplace: [Insert Here]

Current Residence: [Insert Here]

Memorable Figures:

Kita Satō [北 佐藤]

Hayato Tanaka [隼人 田中]

Guro Ryōshi [嵎露 猟師]

Shishiza Hirashi [獅子座 火ら師]

History:

Hanaya died very young. She was barely even a toddler at the time, and recalls nothing of her life in the world of the living. Indeed, her parentage, and the circumstances of her birth are all but lost to her. The thought of even attempting to reconcile with her parents is alien. For what it's worth, like many born at the time, Hanaya was a person of no particular note. Her parents, names lost to time, were servants on a feudal lord's estate, she a maid to the noble women with the pretty dresses and expensive perfumes, he but a humble and gentle gardener and tender of the land. They found love, or, whatever love there was to be found in such times. Hanaya recalls not the calloused but careful touch of her father's hands, the tender kiss of her mother's lips, the smell of the roses, the crackle of aromatics upon the hearth, the squealing and squabbling of many siblings. A rich, humble life was lost to her when the thread of her life was severed, all too young. Tuberculosis is a deadly and cruel illness. Ripping through families, consuming children. Truly, there was no hope for one such as Hanaya.

Ignorant to her parents' grief, to the reality of her own demise, it was thus that the baby Hanaya arrived, as most souls do, into the soul society, younger than many. In the middle Rukon districts, life was not as terrible as could be, but nonetheless, a young child alone, unable to walk, was not safe. It was swaddled in cloth, cold in the streets of the fourty seventh district of the north Rukongai that Kita Satō and Hayato Tanaka found Hanaya and named her for the single white carnation tucked into the blankets which were wrapped about her. Not much more than a couple of delinquents who had managed to escape the deadly outer rukon districts themselves, Kita and Hayato were scarcely a couple, but neither could bring themselves to abandon the small child. In some sense, this moment, a dusty road between vacant houses, the moon shining palely overhead, few sounds but a distant set of chimes and the fussing of the baby Hanaya, was her true birth, the moment she became someone.

Kita and Hayato did their best. Neither had known much love before, and wanted to prove that it could grow from nothing even in a world that had treated them so unkindly, like a weed pushing through a crack in the pavement despite all odds. They forged a life for themselves in the Rukon districts, avoiding the violence they had experienced in the outer districts and raising the young Hanaya with care and attention. One complicating factor, which nearly resulted in her demise, was the fact that unlike her adoptive parents, Hanaya possessed an appetite from the time she could walk. It was not clear why she was so frail until taking her to a community leader in their district provided them the wisdom that the girl possessed spiritual power, and needed to eat. Of course, this came with its own set of challenges, and Kita and Hayato were soon tasked with foraging, farming, or bartering for food for their child. Hanaya was implicated in these tasks, and possesses many fond memories of fishing for her dinner with her father, or spinning cotton for garments which her mother sold at market.

Over time, their small family acquired more members; an uncle Saburo [三郎], fond of the sake; a sister Tomoka [智花], another baby, of whom Hanaya was extremely protective, twin brothers Kotaro [興太郎] and Kouki [輝], not truly related to one another but both individually twins who had lost their brothers upon arrival, and whose mischief Kita and Hayato hoped to curtail; a grandma Minami [南], old and sickly but full of kindness, but not afraid to discipline the children. To Hanaya, as she grew from a toddler, to a child, to a teen over the course of many many years, life was perfect. Surrounded by loved ones, exploring the wilderness of the Rukon districts, fishing, hunting, spinning, playing pranks with friends, teaching her sister or chasing her naughty little brothers, listening to obachan's stories. She would have been happy to live out such a carefree existence until her time in soul society was finished, alas it was not to be.

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[Hanaya Hirashi]

-Opening-

Member's Discord Name (include nicknames): Marcia

Password 1: Black Hole

Password 2: Moon Pray

Type: Prodigy Version 2

Squad: Five

Rank: Seated Officer

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-Basic Information-

Name: Hanaya Hirashi [華や 火ら師]

Age of Death: Eighteen Months

Real Age/Age of Appearance: 314 / 25

Birthday (Month/Day): September 17

Blood Type: O negative

RP Sample (Optional): [Insert Here]

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-Appearance-

Height/Weight: 174cm (5 ft. 8.5 in) / 73kg (160.9 lbs.)

Physical Description: A confident, swaying, chest-first gait carries Hanaya throughout the world. It's the first thing to notice upon her entrance to a room, followed shortly thereafter by her willowy frame. Tall for a woman, Hanaya carries her height with grace, and seldom presents as lanky or gangly, instead slipping through the world with careless ease, visibly at home in her body. Despite her lithe frame, she is hardly svelte; her arms and stomach are finely toned, and she is possessed of a noticable bosom. 

Her flaxen hair is long, and usually worn down, or else pinned up with traditional ornamental barrettes and kanzashi when required for formal functions. She sports a long straight-cut fringe, which stops just above her eyes, into which her eyebrows disappear when she is shocked, or flabbergasted by someone else's actions. She also has two long bangs which frame her face which she often decorates with small flower pins. Her eyes are a pacific blue, framed by dark lashes, with the slightest crease at their corner when she smiles. Said smile is, more often than not, a toothy grin; fuchsia lips parted about pearly teeth, straight but for ever so slightly snaggled incisors. During the summer, the bridge of Hanaya's nose, and her cheeks are dotted with miniscule freckles, though otherwise her usually porcelain skin, white with a red undertone, tans to a builder's tea complexion. Conversely, during wintertime, especially snowy conditions, Hanaya's fair skin almost glows with paleness. Often, when cold, the tip of her nose, her cheekbones, and the joints of her fingers all flush a deep pink, which she finds particularly aggravating and suffers little teasing for. Other than that, Hanaya is proud of her hands, and considers them her best quality. They're slender, flecked with but one or two freckles, with shapely almondlike nails, and smooth joints, each phalange sporting just a few soft blonde baby hairs.

Ordinarily, Hanaya is seen clad in her shihakusho, which she wears without any significant modifications, and ensures she tightens fully so as not to be too revealing. Outside of work, however, when she is attending functions, she is a big fan of delicate, floral print yukatas and kimonos, or else even simple summer dresses. In the winter, she might be clad in stylish fur boots and gloves, and wear velvet coats and cloaks trimmed with fur.

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-Personality-

Dislikes:

• Cleaning. Hanaya is pretty laid-back, and dislikes having to do cleaning, and indeed prefers cluttered places anyway. While she doesn't exactly enjoy dirt or filth all that much, she is not one to be bothered by a bit of dust or cobwebs, and takes a maximalist approach to belongings and personal living space.
  
• Owls. They just give her the creeps; she doesn't trust anything that isn't around when the sun's up in general, perhaps with the exception of cats and, of course, badgers, but Owls in particular give Hanaya an uneasy feeling, a creeping sensation of existential dread. This dislike is strong enough that it borders on a phobia.
  
• Coriander / Cilantro. It simply tastes like soap to Hanaya. Indeed, she considers herself unfortunate as she also does not possess the gene which allows for the tasting of the particular sugar which gives grapefruit its sweetness, ensuring that the fruit tastes purely bitter to her. At least, however, she can appreciate that a grapefruit might be delicious to those not similarly cursed. Coriander, on the other hand, is (to her) an irredeemable, soapy object of disgust, which she can't simply understand what it might have to offer.
  
• Smoking. She finds it rather distasteful, and can't stand the smell of most smoke, but especially any kind of menthol cigarette, or God forbid, a cigar. Occasionally, a particularly delicate tobacco blend, smoked through a pipe or similar, might give her a nostalgic feeling, though she would never even contemplating smoking anything herself.
  
• Nobility. In particular, arranged marriage and the damage many selfish and self-serving nobles can cause unsuspecting victims such as herself. While Hanaya has somewhat of a respect for the authority of law (out of necessity more than anything else), and the hierarchy of martial power, the influence of noble families is a matter of great distress to her.
• Paperwork. Honestly, who likes paperwork? Hanaya will find excuses to get out of doing it if at all possible, or will simply rubber stamp most documents due to her extreme exasperation.
  

Likes:

• Flowers. Flowers are Hanaya's greatest love, especially flowers with strong scents. Her favourites, however, are the especially delicate and beautiful alpine and upland wildflowers. Arnicas, bluebells, buttercups, snowdrops, lupines, saxifrage, daisies, heather cause Hanaya's heart to sing with delight.
  
• Tea. In particular, Hanaya is partial to Earl Grey and other breakfast teas, with milk. She likes her tea strong and milky, in a style often dubbed "builder's tea". In general, she carries a flask with her, as well as a couple of tin cups, in case the urge ever strikes her.
  
• Picnics. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned Victorian picnic, on days off, Hanaya will journey to picturesque parts of the Rukongai to take the air and enjoy finger sandwiches, Victoria sponge, biscuits, strawberries, crackers and cheese, sticky dates, and slices of pear.
  
• Choir Music. In particular, Hanaya loves male voice choirs. She has a thoroughly ancient gramophone procured from squad twelve which she uses to play records illicitly acquired from the Human World, featuring usually Welsh or German men.
  
• Rhymes, Puns and Spoonerisms. Indeed, Hanaya has quite the sense of humour, much of which is dependent on wordplay. She will often delight in the confusion and subsequent realization of others from her swapping letters in her words, especially words which sound funny as a result.
  
• Sunshine. A total heliophile, Hanaya loves being in the sun, enjoying its warmth and light, like a plant drinking its rays to grow and flourish.
  

Flaws:

• Hanaya possesses a deep scar on her midriff, above her belly button, from where her late husband stabbed her in a rage. While she considers it a physical flaw, one which she dislikes, she has not sought for it to be removed by the healers in Yonbantai, as a reminder of the vicious man which she managed to escape from, and to never allow herself to be chained by another who wishes to use and control her.
  
• Even in serious situations, Hanaya can come across as a little flippant. That is not to say that she is arrogant or cocky- she does not hold herself in higher regard than she ought, but even at moments where it would be ill-advised, she still has a tendency to make light of the situation, which can work to her detriment, especially when it comes to more dour superiors, or even more, hot-tempered opponents who take her humour as insult.
  
• A strong proponent of "work smarter not harder", Hanaya can be extremely bone-idle, which can lead to goofing off, though never quite to the point of shirking her duties and responsibilities entirely. She simply possesses an orthogonal set of priorities to some people around her, and those priorities include getting enough time lying in the sun or getting some R&R done, and not so much ensuring her paperwork is word-accurate.
  
• Although she would never admit it, Hanaya can be guilty of using her charm and good looks to get her way. While she would refuse to accept it, she can be a little manipulative, and subconsciously, if she finds someone who seems attracted to her, she might pump the gas a little if she wants something from them. Someone might be upset when their expectations are spurned down the line.
  

Habits:

• Given the two long bangs either side of her face, Hanaya has a tendency to grab and twirl the ends of them between her fingertips if she is feeling bored, restless of exciting. She twists them around her slender index finger, and rolls the strands between the same finger and her thumb.
  
• Often, when she is pondering something deeply, she will bend her index finger and bite at her second knuckle: the one between her intermediate and proximial bones. When she's thinking especially hard, she bites with a lot of force, which she says helps her concentrate, and leaves little teeth marks in her finger. Those who know her well might see that she's been contemplating something deeply by observing these little dents.
  
• She has a habit of saying "now, in a minute" to indicate something happening either straight away or even up to an hour away.
• Whenever Hanaya greets someone, or parts from someone, she does it three times; "Hello, how are you, how are you doing?", "Goodbye, see you later, farewell." Partly she regards this as simple politeness, though it's born of an unconscious whimsy.

Fears:

• Above all else, Hanaya is afraid of the night. Hollows often emerge from the darkness, and for her it has associations with being lonely, and oppressive. Throughout her life, Hanaya has found little refuge in the night, and as a lover of the sun, being without it makes her sad. This is more than a simple fear of the dark, indeed she can manage in the darkness. But the kind of deep quiet nighttime brings, its citizens, and the monochrome bleakness of a life under moonlight terrifies her.
  
• Incarceration is another fear of Hanaya's. Having spent much of her life feeling trapped; in a home, in a marriage, in a family which she did not care for or feel any particular love of, and having subsequently broken free, the idea of once again losing her freedom is a source of existential dread for Hanaya, and one which she battles against almost every day. Her fear is so great, that in battle, even the threat of some power or ability which might lock her away indefinitely will be enough to send her into a berserk state, acting more aggressive, like a cornered animal.
  

Goals:

• Hanaya wishes to grow stronger, for the sole purpose of ensuring her continued liberty. Motivated by her fear of being trapped, she wishes to gain power not to use to oppress or to gain authority over others, but simply to gain more authority over herself, and to ensure that no-one must be trapped in the way she was, if there's anything she can do to help it.
  
• Additionally, having had the opportunity to discover herself, she has found a love of studying, and especially studying and learning Kido. The opportunity to develop kido in Gobantai is a golden chance for her to fulfil her ambition to learn everything she can about casting spells and understanding how to develop ever more effective kido.
  

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Overall Personality: [Insert Here]

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Fighting Style: [Insert Here]

Zanpakutou Spirit Appearance: Rensui Nagareru takes the form of a very tall woman, with extremely straight, flowing black hair. She wears a silvery yukata, and her hair is bound in an ornate copper headpiece, from which many small copper talismans dangle, making a slight jingling noise. Her wrists are shackled by copper restraints, and she is blindfolded. In her Rensui Nagareru Amanogawa form, she is no longer blindfolded, and the copper restraints are broken, but still hang about her wrists. Her hair, previously straight, billows outwards in constantly undulating waves.

Inner World:

Hanaya's inner world takes the shape of a large, alpine meadow, filled with flowers. Mountains tower in the distance, and a sparkling, crystalline river flows through the landscape, icy cold and perfectly clear. The sun shines down warmly, and a cool breeze can be seen rippling in silvery waves over the grass and petals. In the distance, a small stone house with a wooden door sits by the largest of the rivers which trickles its contents into a bright blue lake. The house possesses a waterwheel which turns lazily in the current with a pleasant creaking and splashing.

When Hanaya is experiencing moments of turmoil, night falls over the meadow and a deep orange half moon shines ominously down from the sky, reflected in the surface of the lake. The flowers are not present, and instead there is only long grass, which trips and grasps at Hanaya's ankles, which grows from a bed of sticky, sinking mud.

Zanpakutou Appearances: 

Asauchi
In asauchi form, Rensui Nagareru is a slightly longer than average katana (to accommodate Hanaya's height). The blade itself is unremarkable, similar to most other shinigami's asauchi. The tsuba is shaped as an extended octagon, with its longest sides along the width of the blade. Upon the tsuba are two carved images of flowers; on the grip side, they resemble snowdrops, whereas on the blade, there are carvings in the shape of bluebells. The ito, or braided fabric which covers the handle, is pastel pink in colour, and wrapped in the traditional fashion, leaving diamond shapes exposing the handle beneath.

Shikai
Upon calling the release phrase, Rensui Nagareru melts in its entirety, changing from the shape of a sword into a dark grey metallic fluid, which rapidly drips from the previously held sword, before coalescing into a loop of flowing liquid, about fifty gallons worth, which orbits Hanaya. When the fluid hardens, it becomes black, and any bladed segments shine a steely silver colour, in this regard matching other zanpakutou. Hanaya often chooses for the shikai to retain certain forms with which she is accustomed to fighting. The zanpakutou might immediately take one of these forms, which include shapes such as a katana-wakazashi pair, a large halberd, a skin-tight set of dark gloves, a series of orbs which orbit in a figure eight.

Bankai

Releasing her bankai causes a torrent of fluid to emerge from the blade, which must be reformed from the shikai in order to activate the bankai. This fluid appears similar in nature to that of the shikai, the main difference being the enormous quantity, which grows to one thousand gallons.

Shikai Name: Rensui Nagareru [蓮水流れる] (Flowing Lotus Water)

Shikai Release Phrase: Overflowing cup topple over, enticing scent ride upon the breeze, show the moon's distortion reflected on your turgid surface, surge, Rensui Nagareru!

Bankai Name: Rensui Nagareru Amanogawa [蓮水流れる天の川] (Heavenly River of Flowing Lotus Water)

Overall Ability: [Insert Here]

Shikai Overall Ability: [Insert Here]

Bankai Overall Ability: [Insert Here]

Zanpakuto Techniques: [Generate below. Include powers and weaknesses.]

Other Techniques:

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Birthplace: [Insert Here]

Current Residence: [Insert Here]

Memorable Figures:

Kita Satō [北 佐藤]

Hayato Tanaka [隼人 田中]

Guro Ryōshi [嵎露 猟師]

Shishiza Hirashi [獅子座 火ら師]

History:

Hanaya died very young. She was barely even a toddler at the time, and recalls nothing of her life in the world of the living. Indeed, her parentage, and the circumstances of her birth are all but lost to her. The thought of even attempting to reconcile with her parents is alien. For what it's worth, like many born at the time, Hanaya was a person of no particular note. Her parents, names lost to time, were servants on a feudal lord's estate, she a maid to the noble women with the pretty dresses and expensive perfumes, he but a humble and gentle gardener and tender of the land. They found love, or, whatever love there was to be found in such times. Hanaya recalls not the calloused but careful touch of her father's hands, the tender kiss of her mother's lips, the smell of the roses, the crackle of aromatics upon the hearth, the squealing and squabbling of many siblings. A rich, humble life was lost to her when the thread of her life was severed, all too young. Tuberculosis is a deadly and cruel illness. Ripping through families, consuming children. Truly, there was no hope for one such as Hanaya.

Ignorant to her parents' grief, to the reality of her own demise, it was thus that the baby Hanaya arrived, as most souls do, into the soul society, younger than many. In the middle Rukon districts, life was not as terrible as could be, but nonetheless, a young child alone, unable to walk, was not safe. It was swaddled in cloth, cold in the streets of the fourty seventh district of the north Rukongai that Kita Satō and Hayato Tanaka found Hanaya and named her for the single white carnation tucked into the blankets which were wrapped about her. Not much more than a couple of delinquents who had managed to escape the deadly outer rukon districts themselves, Kita and Hayato were scarcely a couple, but neither could bring themselves to abandon the small child. In some sense, this moment, a dusty road between vacant houses, the moon shining palely overhead, few sounds but a distant set of chimes and the fussing of the baby Hanaya, was her true birth, the moment she became someone.

Kita and Hayato did their best. Neither had known much love before, and wanted to prove that it could grow from nothing even in a world that had treated them so unkindly, like a weed pushing through a crack in the pavement despite all odds. They forged a life for themselves in the Rukon districts, avoiding the violence they had experienced in the outer districts and raising the young Hanaya with care and attention. One complicating factor, which nearly resulted in her demise, was the fact that unlike her adoptive parents, Hanaya possessed an appetite from the time she could walk. It was not clear why she was so frail until taking her to a community leader in their district provided them the wisdom that the girl possessed spiritual power, and needed to eat. Of course, this came with its own set of challenges, and Kita and Hayato were soon tasked with foraging, farming, or bartering for food for their child. Hanaya was implicated in these tasks, and possesses many fond memories of fishing for her dinner with her father, or spinning cotton for garments which her mother sold at market.

Over time, their small family acquired more members; an uncle Saburo [三郎], fond of the sake; a sister Tomoka [智花], another baby, of whom Hanaya was extremely protective, twin brothers Kotaro [興太郎] and Kouki [輝], not truly related to one another but both individually twins who had lost their brothers upon arrival, and whose mischief Kita and Hayato hoped to curtail; a grandma Minami [南], old and sickly but full of kindness, but not afraid to discipline the children. To Hanaya, as she grew from a toddler, to a child, to a teen over the course of many many years, life was perfect. Surrounded by loved ones, exploring the wilderness of the Rukon districts, fishing, hunting, spinning, playing pranks with friends, teaching her sister or chasing her naughty little brothers, listening to obachan's stories. She would have been happy to live out such a carefree existence until her time in soul society was finished, alas it was not to be.

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