Kaminari [WIP -Kenpachi TT]

[Kaminari Cinco]

-Opening-

Password 1: [Gut's Jawline]

Password 2: [#Rekt]

Type: [Kenpachi]

Squad: [6]

Rank: [ Shinigami Hopeful ]

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-Basic Information-

Name: [ Kaminari ]

Age of Death: [N/A]

Real Age/Age of Appearance: [300/27]

Birthday (Month/Day): [06/10]

Blood Type: [B+]

RP Sample (Optional): [Twins]

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-Appearance-

Weight/Height: [95 lbs./ 6'6"]

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{Faceclaim: Momoyo Kawakami}

Physical Description:

Away with the old and in with the new. Kami takes things to the extreme whether it be with her outgoing personality or with her choice in clothing, this is a gal that keeps people on their toes. Actually, simply stating that is merely "outgoing" is underestimating how bold this girl really is. But do not be mistaken, she isn't an open bar by any means, merely that she is comfortable about her sexuality. In her own words, she describes herself as "Being a man in a woman's body." Standing at the height of 6'2" Kami stands nearly over those of the other females that she knows of. And probably the wildest by comparison. First off, her hair is longer than most. Like nearly floor length of straight black hair, except for her bangs.

So, to fix that issue Kami arranges her hair into a ponytail. Tying the knot at the upper rear of her scalp is where the tail begins and meets with her ankles. Still, it covers the sides and forehead. What is unique about her hair are the azure strips of hair that have been colored down to the tips, which are a total of four strands of hair that creates a single length of the highlight. The light amber eyes glow from beneath the woman's black bangs, both serene in appearance, but fierce painted over her facial expression. Full lips and glistening eyes add on to her appear as a woman, including em long semi-long lashes and thin brows. And yes yes, she does have dark skin. Not necessarily black, but a well endowed tan white complexion. And when speaking about well-endowed, that is an understatement.

A slender neck frame to her defined collar, Kami's figure is that of a mixture. Between a beauty and a fighter, Kami serves out the famed hourglass figure. Both hips and bust are superb as she was naturally born with the potential for such a figure. Voluptuous in nearly every meaning of the word. Bust size of 98, hips of 90, and waistline consisting of 58 cm. Her natural curves are even made more obvious with her slender frame. Both arms and legs are toned to reveal a bit of muscle, lean muscle that is, while still retaining much of a slim figure too. Both showing off the signs of being that of an average street rat. A very strong street rat at that.

Starving and fighting on the streets of Rukon will do that to a girl. Physically fit to be that of an underground fighter, Kami's figure isn't as perfect as it seems. The girl is thin due to the lack of food, and all the fighting done for supplies forged her body to what it is today. Lean muscle. Her abs are refined, but not popping, ew. Like, iron board stern is how any one will describe her belly to be. Arms and shoulders are much similar to her abs. Slender and toned and fixed to brawl at any time, Kami has been refined to get down and dirty when necessary, and that is pretty much all the time. Her back muscles are much more visible than any part of her body. This is even more known when she is stretching or just wandering about the Seireitei. Consider her more as to the Shinigami's own ruffian.

Now when looking at her wrists, they are kinda small. Actually, they are described to be thin. They are natural but almost to the extent of being said that they are bony. Thanks again starvation, but it is merely due to her practice and fighting. But small wrists is not necessarily a bad thing in Kami's case. In such a case like this the Shinigami uses it for rapid motions. Although small between the wrist and forearms, the muscles that are supporting her wrists are quite tough. Not like eww'ingly tough that the muscles are bulging, but in the sense that they allow her punches to hit a bit more harder. What enables a punch to hurt more than a standard one are the muscles located in the wrists. While they prevent her from quickly handling her blade, it just means that her swings will have more of that umph to them.

Kami does a em good thighs too. Above the average with all the ass-kicking that she does, so her body is on the rough side of being characterized. Bags beneath the eyes and rugged knuckles, Kami defines orphan as she does what she wants and when she wants. With no guardians around her to tell what to do or how to dress, this girl happily flaunts what she has going for her, for the men and the ladies. Although, Kami is tall and a beast in her own respect, but can be intimidating at the same time. This refers to the scars that covers her body. Being out on the streets nearly 24/7 does present those opportunities to rumble. And this happens often.

Scars can be seen easily since they are discolored patches of gray, and doesn't match with her skin tone. Kami's forearms are wear they are clearly noticeable since all she wears are bandages. Loose and hanging, the only cover parts of her arm up to the biceps. The same can be said for her other arm. However, it is only her left arm that is covered with a sleeve that shades her knuckle up to the elbow. For this Shinigami she leaves little to the imagination when it comes to covering up her chest. Well, that's because she only wears a tube top that straps over her left shoulder, which doubles as her bra too. This level of attire only conceals part of her chest, leaving her abs exposed down to her waistline.

While some onlookers would be awing at the sight, those few that don't are often examining the past wounds that the girl sustained in her time spent in Rukon. Three deep gashes lining along her shoulder blades down to her waist riddle her backside. Another scar warping over right shoulder is clearly seen. A single scar climb up along her appendage and the last marking down across her bust. Beneath, or below at least what covers up her legs, resides some comfy cargo pants. Vestige style seemingly more similar to jeans is what Kami wears. Just because she is now with the Shinigami doesn't mean that she has to abide by their rules all the damn time. Remember, she has lived without rules all her life. When living in Rukon the only rules there are the ones you make for yourself. This was an easy concept to grasp, and so, she kept it.

Of course, its material is of that of the Shinigami Shuhakushos, yet her pants are torn from the knee caps down. This is where her thick knee socks keep her toned legs warm. Combined with two straw sandals and a leather belt to keep her pants up, Kami expresses herself openly regardless of who she is around. Especially when she keeps parts of her black lace underwear visible, meaning the black strings that cling to her hip joints. When looking and conversing with Kami she does possess that aura of rebellion. That aura remains constant as she does wish for others to expand their own horizons and break away from the traditional rules.


Attire Reference

[Kaminari Cinco]

-Personality-

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{Dislikes}

1. Shyness

Now this gets annoying pretty damn quick. People like that have that tendency to be soft spoken and difficult to get anything out of them. Possibly the means to kill a good time. Both a buzz kill and exhausting to try and get them rolling into a group. At times, it is difficult to hear what they are trying to see, but when they get out of their shell it is quite enjoyable.

2. Slow Battles

Annoying, boring, and a snooze fest. Like honestly, if she wanted to be put to sleep she would have gone to the opera or listen to Nobles talk about how much money they make. These irritate and tire Kami out soooo much. That irritation easily leads to the girl being furious to the situation and will either result in Kami leaving the fight, or heighten the intensity of the fight by her own means.

3. Preaching

This and long lectures put her to sleep. They are just whole stories of a single principle trying to make sense of it all. Just talking and talking and more talking, not much gets done. No action just simple sitting and listening. Kami isn't an active listener, more of a active girl. She comes to understand things more with action and repeating motions rather than listening to words. She needs real time examples and ways to put it into practice instead of reading it in books.

4. Long Lectures

Not again, please put an end to it. She didn't like hearing it from the adults, so why would she like it in the Academy. Both this and preaching don't sit well with her. Instead of actually listening to what is going on she sleeps through it. Just kicking back and let the void of the darkness overlap her vision. It is like hearing one long story without an end in sight. Just words and words put together until that one interesting note happens to catch your attention.

5. Inequality

Being seen as a woman doesn't really bother Kami, not in the least. It is the fact that people look down on her for being a woman is what drives her insane. She may be a woman, but one that surely do some damage when she is focused.

6. Cutesy Clothing

Now she isn't bothered being treated as a woman, just that there wasn't that many people who did so. Living in Rukon as an orphan, there were not many people who would treat people the way that they were suppose to. If a person had some level of influence in the community then they would receive some form of attention. However, Kami wasn't one of those people. She strove to survive with the other kids on the streets. So that meant she didn't really have time nor the luxury to really act like a girl, so why would she dress up like one. It'd be embarrassing.

7. Dresses

Uck, where to even begin? First off, they show off too much and not in the good way either. Its either that or it covers too much. Ugh, can't they ever decide on one particular style. One dress has too much frills. Another dress has flowers and bright colors. The colors don't bother her much, but when they are applied in such a way it makes the colors look disgusting. Kinda like when applying your favorite meal with a sour moment in your life. Not only that but dresses seem to be very pervy too. Like come on, there is no covering the undershaft when twirling or flipping. Kami doesn't mind if people are looking at her ass or anything, but it just feels more embarrassing.

8. High Heels

How the Hell do women even where things likes this? She fumbles and stumbles when trying them on and lands on her ass hard. Like really hard. Its like walking on water in midair while being drunk. Now that is the best summary that she can muster up when thinking about it and trying it out. Not only that but they hurt like Hell. Honestly, the amount of pressure that it commits to the heels and feet will give anyone sores that will last for weeks. Especially if they are the pointed tip shoes too. Toes are not naturally suppose to be point like that or to be like that either. Who ever decided to make heels should be gutted and hung too.

9. Masks

It first started out with that damn guy. The same guy that began stirring up trouble with the gangs in Rukon named Dou-something. She didn't know who or what this guy was but the amount of trouble that his being there was stirring up wasn't appreciated. Not only that but the attack happened with the army of thingies, Rukon became a war zone, people who didn't want to fight were dying, and her Master no longer lived. All of those Mod Souls were led by a man wearing a mask. What a pussy. Aren't real fighters suppose to show themselves entirely instead of hiding behind some face cover? Like really, what is there to hide in the first place? For all she knows is that they are cowards, and nothing will please her more than to rip the mask from their faces and make them eat it.

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{Likes}

1. Drinking

Nothing like some booze to really help mellow someone out. Cheap or better quality doesn't really matter as long as one is having fun. Well, because one doesn't think about the quality as much when you're having fun now. Yeah, being a bit buzzed does provide some good times too. Like those embarrassing moments that make you feel like you've gone full retard or somethin'.

2. Weed

Much like drinking, it makes feel at ease. Especially them ones that make you feel your floating on a cloud. Head is not even there, and gives you them munchies like no tomorrow. That's why she normally has a big bag of chips and a liter of something to drink to drown em with. Now in Rukon it is easy to get access to weed, but the specific sort that you would like would be rather difficult to come up with, especially with them shady characters running around.

3. Hangin' out

With the boys or the gals it doesn't matter. Whether it be in the bathhouse, at a bar, in Rukon, in the World of the Living, doesn't really matter to Kami. Hell, she go into them co-ed bathes and just chill out. She is really at that. Kami isn't one to be shy if a man looks at her one way or the other. Though in most cases she just follows through and does what ever she feels like it without hesitation. Living life to the fullest is her motto after all.

4. Bathing

Just like before Kami has no reservations about chilling out with the guys on their side. Yeah yeah a few will ogle like there was no tomorrow, but hey, that's men for ya. She lets them feel and touch all they want, but never going all the way. She does have class after all. Other than that she doesn't mind where she is bathing, nor cares to who she bathes with. Just that warm tingling feelin' of warm water cleansing the body is always a welcomed sensation to have.

5. Lazing Around

Hell, why not?

6. Eating

First thing about Kami is that she eats, a lot. And a lot is like something that can be thrown around easily. But not for her. She eats like no other. If comparing her to someone else's eating habits, the closest one would have to be Goku, or a Saiyan type character. Gotta have a full belly or nothing will satisfy her in the least. She isn't picky, nor ungrateful either. Well, this is actually relatable to being deprived of food for most of her childhood.

7. Swimsuits

Nice and breezy and easy to move around in. Can be both flashy and concealing at the same time. It's the good of both worlds. Plus the fabric is light and isn't dense at all, so it won't rub against her skin and cause irritation to her skin. Not only that but they can be easily stored and folded in bags, and other tight spaces. The down side is because they are light they do not provide much warmth. So that can prove difficult during cold times, but hey, who does not like going to the beach or pools?

8. Apples

Sweet and tarty. Small and plentiful. These were easily accessible during her time as a child and a whole lot of them. They helped her a lot during those troubled times. Despite them rotting quickly, she could never find herself hating them. The red skin glows beautifully when ripe, and sweet on the inside. She rejoiced much when biting into one. Apples were considered a treat, despite having so many of them. They were the only sweet sort of food that she been able to really eat. So each time she was able to eat an apple the flavor always reminds her of her first one. The warmth and security that a single apple brought was enough to keep pushing her forward, knowing that there could be more sweetness else where.

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{Flaws}

1. Gluten

She eats a lot, so what. Big deal, there are other people who errr. Um, okay so maybe not as much as she does but still not something to make fun of. Sure the tab maybe be a tad large, but when you gotta eat you gotta eat right?

2. Rowdy

Once Kami enters the room there is really no means resting, or peace as a matter fact. With no one really teaching the girl on how to control herself she goes off and on talking. Acting out really. This goes hand and hand with how she behaves as well. Kicking back in her chair, burping, picking her nose, or scribbling on the desk, there is always something to do when everything is quiet. Not to say that she is over confident in herself, merely the thought of being told what to do by people in whom she knows little about is just making them out to be entitled children. Or respect given when it wasn't earned in her eyes.

3. Blunt

Hey, she is honest and doesn't give a damn. Mostly rated R.

4. Sassy

Gotta love the emphasis she adds on to what she does.

5. Aggressive

If you want something, then you take it. Never holding back or feeling reserved for the sake of others. It is all about doing it or not. That is what separates Kami from others like herself. Pushing herself as such Kami would be able to obtain all she wanted. Whether it was food or her status as a Shinigami, Kami always strived for what she set out to do. Regardless how little the gain was she always asserted herself to accomplish. It didn't matter if her strength was more unusual than the others around her, what was important was spirit. To her, it was who wanted it more.

6. Foul Mouthed

With no rules and parents, the limiters on her language are all but not. Nothing to get in the way or how to speak as a person. So, Kami went on speaking with how she always does, unrestrained. Her Master taught some form of manners but not when it came down to her dialect. Like, she won't yell simply out of no where or just for the Hell of it. If she did, then damn right there is a reason for it. Any who, Kami isn't reserved when it comes to speaking from the heart, as she always does so anyways. If she doesn't like someone, then she just admits to it openly. If she does like someone, then she does limit herself in a minor way, saying less obscene words.

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{Habits}

1. Aggressive Sleeper

One of the few rules that one has to learn when sharing the same bed with Kami. Don't resist. She kicks and squirms around in her sleep to the point in which she will knock you off the bed. And being as she is resisting will hurt. Not only that but she does toss and turn in her sleep too without even noticing it herself. So don't try and confront her without evidence since she won't believe it.

2. Snores

Yes she snores. She lives carefree with little to no concern about others. Like really, why should she since she often slept alone during her childhood. So with all the movement that she does in her sleep, but her snoring adds a secondary layer to her vicious sleeping habits. Be warned.

3. Itchy Belly

She isn't a slob nor a free loader since she works for Soul Society. But hey, when you gotta you gotta. Being with an exposed belly does make it rather itchy to the changing elements of nature, so yeah there is that too to add on. Plus, when coming out of a sweet dream, or dream nonetheless, there is always that itch around the belly that always tends to come up when waking up.

4. Embarrassed

Now remember, Kami hasn't been treated as a woman most of her life, so she does get embarrassed when being treated as one. This naturally causes her to stumble on herself altogether as a person. Whether it be with words or actions, her confident nature slowly falls apart the longer it continues. With stuttering lips to blushing, it just continues to grow altogether into a big mess at the end.

5. Bisexual

So what?

6. Yawns

Easy, when tired, bored, hungry, or after a work out, what can she say about it.

7. Eating

Look to Flaws. She eats when she wants to, when ever, where ever she likes to do so. Being limited a supply of things to eat, Kami was never able to gorge herself to what she wanted. Always she saw people eating to their hearts content, never being able to fill herself to the same extent as they did. She had to pick and choose her days when to eat and when to save for food. When joining the Shinigami Kami was able to gain access to as much food as she wanted. Whether it was stealing it or being given, she always had food. So she ate to her hearts content. Maybe, just maybe, it was making up for those times that she wasn't able to eat.

8. Hip Dip

She hates standing up straight. Looking tidy and neat. The streets of Rukon didn't ask for neat or a proper dress code. Everything there was what a person built for themselves. Kami was the same way. As such, Kami always tended to lean on her hip more than anything else. Hip out and arm cranked out to support her weight. Clamping down on her hip, or just leaning on it for support, it allows Kami to be lazy in her duties as she was back in Rukon.

9. Kansai Dialect

Never completing her words with the appropriate endings or making those subtle corrections. Kinda like a complete Southern with a heavy accent that at times blurs her words. So "making" would come out to be "makin'" or from "saying" to just "sayin'." There is always that heavy Southern accent that is mixed with her loud tone. It is both clear and loud, so it isn't hard to miss. Some people make fun it because it sounds ridiculous, and because she is from the slums of Rukon. Now this doesn't bother Kami in the slighest since she isn't ashamed of who she is. If anything, it only makes her feel more proud, telling the other Shinigami that anyone can do what they can. But, only those who know suffering can truly become strong.

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{Fears}

1. Fighting in Rukon

Haven't those people lost enough already? With fighting transpiring in the districts would cause both damage to homes and the lives of those who live there. And while living in Rukon, money is easily scarce due to the everyday living expenses. With that amount of stress weighing down their minds as so will eventually cause the people to turn against each other. More than likely that was how Kami became an orphan. She was given up by her parents. She wouldn't want any of the other children to have to go through what she had.

2. Lack of Attention

It is said that when no one pays attention to you, it is though they do not recognize your existence. Therefore, you are dead to the world. For someone to acknowledge you is acknowledge that you are alive, and that you are no one else but you. You do not share a life with another person, nor are you that person. You are you, and no one else.

3. Storms/Lightning

Being alone sucks. More so when there is no one around to tell you that everything will be fine. Well Kami didn't receive such a treatment, nor ever knew the love of family. She doesn't even know if her parents are alive, or dead. Thus, when growing up she remained by herself huddled at a corner to shelter herself during storms. Closing herself as such meant closing herself off to the world, enabling her to find some comfort in a zone in which she felt safe.

4. Meaningless Killing

It's up to Kami whether or not she kills. No orders, no authority, absolutely no one tells her who to kill and who should live. No one tells Kami how things should be. The Shinigami lives with her own set of rules. This is more prone to her because of her immense strength. None of the other Shinigami have to deal with the issues that she does, nor does she intend on letting them. So while Kami does restrain herself to some extent, she can't help but place some level of concern with her power. Although she loves a good fight, she doesn't see herself killing people or things that does make sense to her as to why.

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{Goals}

1. Parents

Finding her parents will always take precedent over everything else. Hey, the girl wants answers for everything that has happened. More as to why she was left behind with no note or some form of explanation. She wants to know to the point where it has become an obsession to her. She just wants to know, why? Aren't parents suppose to be there to guide and help protect their family? Aren't they suppose to care and see her grow to help shape the future? Something must have happened that they couldn't be there for her. Or maybe, something happened that they must have left her for a reason.

2. Family

Nothing like a girl like herself would love to have is a family of her own. Parents, siblings, and possibly children in the future. Hey, who knows right? But not saying that would enjoy being lady like in the least. Hell no. Spartan training for the family if she willed it so. Still, it'd be nice to have one.

3. Stronger Opponents

Like any other Kenpachi before her, there always has to be someone who she can challenge. For people like are not satisfied until they find that one person in which they can not defeat. A rival. Someone who continues to push them to the limits and beyond so. Not necessarily someone to go light with, but someone who wouldn't pussy out in spilling blood every once a while to really get the blood flowing.

4. Vengeance

The bastard who killed her Master. That bastard that stole her life and made it into a living Hell. Before meeting her Master Rikuo she knew nothing but survival and herself. She was proud... still is proud, but in a different sense. Before knowing Rikuo Kaminari used her strength to bully others. Fighting and struggling solely for herself. No one else mattered. She cared for some kids, only because she can get something out it. Probably self reward to insure that she didn't turn into one of the adults in Rukon. Still, there is a pit of rage that is reserved for that masked man who invaded Soul Society and ruined her home.

Alignment: [Chaotic Neutral]

Overall Personality:

Okay, so where to go from where? Like really there isn't much to say. From growing up in the ghettos to the inner workings of the Seireitei, Kami has seen a lot of things. And although she was deprived of some of the basics of most families it hasn't prevented her from living her own life to the fullest. Each moment shaped the young girl into who she is today. At her beginning Kami has lived a rough life. Abandoned as a child, the girl was forced to learn how to survive. For her to steal meant life and death. Of course she had competition with the other homeless children and adults, so meaning that she had to learn how to fight. In the slums of Rukon, everything was consider fair. That means stealing from others, beating people down, and the occasional killing. All in self-defense obviously.

There were times in which teamwork did become useful, but often times it quickly became a free for all. So trust was scarce to be shared around the districts, but when it was formed it was everlasting. Soooo, Kami developed the form of being picky. Competition was always present in Rukon, which does say a lot about those that managed to survive the daunting years of its conditions. Later, when learning about her parents leaving her behind, this notion of trust became even more unknowing. For the ones who are to love and protect their children no longer in the picture, or were never there to provide love or support, Kami had no boundaries. No means in learning right from wrong. No educational background. Kami's mental state nearly became that of a wild animal. At least until he found her.

Rikuo Sensei. At least what the girl referred to her as. A Master of a Dojo within the Rukon District, Rikuo was the man who instilled some sense of morality into the wild child. Education and discipline became a part of the girl's life, shortly after discovering that the nature of Rukon began to awaken a power within Kami. Upon learning this, Rikuo sought to train the girl to better use her abilities for the greater good. Goals, dreams, things in which Kami didn't know that even existed until she was taken into the Dojo. Now having a home and someone to call "family" Kami was shown what it means to care for another person.

Being an elderly man there Rikuo wasn't capable of helping himself many times. Although his body remained strong, the strain of training Kami, as well as daily routines grew to be a pain. Kami, being the only student that he had at the time, took on the responsibility in caring for him. Helping him walk, shop for supplies, even slowing herself to match his pace during training meant restraint. A single concept in which the young girl had to learn over and over again. With her power on the constant rise, the concept became more so grueling. Kami learned that she wasn't as normal as the other children around her, even that of the adults. Her strength became unparalleled that a single strike would topple a building in the districts. She was becoming a danger to everyone around her.

This fact was what developed her fear fighting in Rukon, including her own frustration as to restraining herself when it came to training and fighting. For her to hold her own potential back meant that life would become more difficult in Rukon, that only the strong survive in the districts. But at the same time, releasing her power meant that she would make others like herself. How many kids will become homeless because of her? How many families will be killed because she couldn't learn restraint? She didn't want that, she didn't want those kids turning out like her. So, she applied that frustration into other areas. Like eating for one.

Since no one would be able to scorn her for hurting other people or destroying homes, Kami felt best to put her efforts into other activities. Like for another, putting herself out there to help the orphaned children who were like her. Kicking some ass along the way helped to vent out some of her anxiety, even to burn off a little bit of energy while she was at it. No one has ever come up to face her alone. Thugs, low lives, and killers all stayed away from the paths that the girl marched on. Not once has anyone besides Rikuo Sensei were told her "No." It meant that she was feared by those who dared to bar her path, let alone argue with her. Brimming with confidence the girl knew no challenge that she could not bring down. Thus began her days of loofing around.

No one to fight, no one to cause trouble in her area of Rukon Kami easily grew bored. She was strong enough to help her teacher to get around place to place without issues. Teaching other kids how to carry themselves and protect each other was no trouble for her. Never did laying around felt so good. Boring, but reassuring that there would be no troubles. At least what she thought before the masked man arrived. Invading the walls of the Shinigami, a masked man was said to have attacked the Shinigami, killing all those in his path with his army of strange beings. Mod Souls if she remembered correctly. They attacked everything and everyone who got in their way. Her teacher was no different.

For once in her life, strength couldn't deal with the situation. For once, Kami felt vulnerable. Forming bonds wasn't a thing to be made in Rukon. Not among other orphans or other street dwellers. It only meant that she would leave herself open for emotional damage. The streets have taught her to care for only herself, to be picky as to who she places her trust into. Her Master, Rikuo, taught her that help comes from the unlikely places, and at times comes into your life without notice. But, if they are willing to push you, to have you to be the best that you could be, then they are trust worthy.

Which does bring us on the issue of trust itself. Kami can be outgoing and aloof much of the time. Seemingly at ease and calm about most of the situations that she is in, but beneath it all is the ever lurking anxiety of keeping to herself. That is due to the fear of hurting others. With such immense strength that is difficult to control at times Kami can't get close to people. That utter feeling of relying on others can become a potential weakness. Weakness as in caring and loving, which later can lead to emotional instability. Blind rage should someone close to her dies, and later, other emotions. So getting close to people is something that worries Kami. Not so much as being fearful of it, but, something to be cautious about.

[Kaminari Cinco]

-Powers-

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{Fighting Style}

Into the fray, Kami knows no equal. Learning from her Master, Rikuo, Kami starts off slower than others. Neither seeming to be over confident or eager to enter to a fight, it is often known that she expresses a sense of boredom. Of course her expression is quite the opposite of what is really going on inside. She is always eager to fight. Always wanting to push her limit beyond the norm until she collapses. This is made obvious when she first collides with her foes. Because often times it is her size that intimidates her opponents to submission, or freaks them out enough to make them quiver to the point that they lose their own sense of strength. This, this is what makes a fight boring to Kami, and thus losing the enthusiasm to give it her.

Using her Greatsword, single handedly, Kami is more than capable of beating most foes into submission. Either breaking the ground that they tread on beneath the weight of her weapon, or breaking bones with the combined pressure of her own body weight and her weapon, it isn't difficult to crush a single individual with her immense strength. Sword fighting is what Kami learned from her time in the Academy, but before that were the days of self training with her Zanpakuto. During the time of the Mod Soul invasion, led by the Masked Man, Kami pushed herself to use Zanpakuto. Noobish like any other, it was this time that inspired further training, but from professionals within the Seireitei. As such, sword fighting became a secondary means of fighting, which means that she uses it as it first before anything else.

Being cheap in this aspect does allow the girl to size up people, feeling whether or not if she is being played with, or if they are giving it their all. Depending on the situation she alters her combat style playing casually, or to start being serious. Gradually, Kami begins investing more and more into how she normally fights. Street fighting. This pertains to her origins in her time spent growing up in the ghettos. Meaning that the weak evade while the strong stand firm and take what is coming. Now this goes against her Master's teachings in thinking before acting, that pride is foolish. So occasionally Kami will dodge when the danger proceeds above the general norm of a casual fight. This does show that Kami is more versed in hand to hand combat, or to the Shinigami, Hakuda.

The closest martial arts that resembles to Kami's would be considered Krav Maga. Taking in the body's natural sensitivity, or pressure points, and some form of Judo ideology in terms of suspending accumulating energy. This is what Kami looks for when confronting an individual face to face. Now she isn't the best, nor tactful, so this particular martial arts does help with her style of fighting while it emphasizes her ability in targeting vulnerable body parts. That was what she learned under Rikuo Sensei. But mostly from fighting on the streets of Rukon. In there, there is no such thing as dirty fighting. That is another lesson the Shinigami learned from her time on the streets, when in a fight there are no rules or a referee to say "stop" or "go." There is only the one in front of you and the fight itself. To live or to die.

Now remember, this is when Kami still has a sense of morality in her mind. Teachings in which Rikuo instilled into her for the greater good of those around her. Her means of restraint and cooperating with others for a better tomorrow. This is what at times frustrates Kami to the end that keeps her own abilities in check, so she can't hurt those who are innocent around her. At the same time, she can't feel fulfilled in the means of progressing herself in terms of strength. In other words, it's a confliction taunts at every turn when facing someone strong. Shockwaves are a means for dealing with pesky ranged fighters, whether it be reiatsu or physical materials coming at her.

That is one aspect to how to deal with ranged firepower. Another method is simply beating them down into submission just like people. The pure force backing the girl's own physical prowess isn't something to be over looked by any means. Because everyone knows that even a strong technique can be broken at its weakest point, or its cornerstone. However, this is a rare occurrence for the Kenpachi since most strategies are fairly simple. Now it doesn't mean that she lacks potential strategies or some plan, when pushed to use her head Kami does her environment to her advantage. Whether it be sacrificing her sword, arm, or some parts of the land to allow herself to close the distance. Using pieces of Earth, like boulders or even ripping it out of the ground, there is always some material to be used as a means to defend or as a weapon.

Now, speaking of using her own body to better her rivals, Kami is more than susceptible in sacrificing her body to achieve the wanted results. Kami is more stern than she lets people in on. What is an arm if it allows its loss to achieve a win. If Kami has something that she can live without, then it means little to her, so long as it does not impede her everyday life. That is if it is in her possession, she can't stand using others to achieve a result for her. A go getter and stubborn, Kami relies on herself for everything rather than entrust her ideas and desires to others. As such, Kami will allow herself to have her arm cut off, chest stabbed, bones broken, to put her into a position that will allow her to win.

However, there is the aspect of Kami that loses control. Her "Kenpachi" self. Limitations and restraint is what the girl learned in order to keep others safe and learning to accept her into society as a role model, to some aspect. This is what at times catches people off guard, considering her personality as being rowdy and blunt. But, when the fight begins to reach its climax, or being pushed to the brink of her own sanity, is when her title of "Kenpachi" is released. Kenpachi in Kami's mind is referred to as "freedom." Removing the shackles of responsibility and morals, and just letting loose those frustrations out into the world, and marking her foe with it.

If there was a fighter that Kami would be compared to in ancient times, then she would be directly linked to that of the individual named Lu-bu. Aggressive, beyond savage, and bringing the phrase "Might makes Right" to a literal sense. Almost a complete reincarnation of chaos and destruction Kami releases all limiters that impeded her before in the fight. Seemingly as if she is caught in a trance. In this state Kami utilizes the aspects of her street fighting and swordplay. Using her blade as an extension of her body to muster her body's momentum, Kami aims for complete destruction of the area in which her foe occupies. Doesn't matter if her foe blocks or parries, the pure force behind her blows causes the area in her direction to explode with an after shock.

Naturally, abandonment comes with this form of style. Taking in blows and bringing an opponent into range is where Kami excels most. Overall, it is the fear that comes from when releasing her aura, and ability. Her overall ability is another factor that allows Kami to create the persona of the God of War, or her other name as the Bringer of Chaos. An aura in which brings those to their knees with fear, both friend and enemy alike.

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{Zanpakuto Appearance}

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{Weapon Reference}

Well, nothing like a Kenpachi to have her own blade of sorts. Casting away all notions of ever working with her Zanpakuto, the Spirit that is suppose to be is fazed out by both the girl's uncaring mind and nature. Overall, she kapoot the spirit away, leaving the blade behind. As such, she did with it how ever she pleased. As such, taking the numerous other Zanpakutos that were found after the Masked Man's invasion Kami had a blade forged to her desired tastes. Nearly as big as she is, the blade remains unnamed or simply referred to as "No Heart" or "No Name," or "Zero." The entire blade is what brings other sealed blades to shame in both size and thickness. Also, much cooler in design.

Because she wanted it in such a way the blade mirrors that of the doubled-edge Claymore Sword. Zanpakuto steel melted down to create a solid handle and cross guard to hold the massive blade itself. Its forging cast away the natural color of the steel to darken it to its solid black sheen skin. The handle itself is a whopping 3 feet long before spreading out to make its cross blade guard. The guard itself is actually part of the sword's edge too, considering that the rim of the guard is sharpened to make the blade's. This portion has actually been reinforced with two layers of melted steel so it can handle the weight and size of the blade when melding it together. Which, is now seen as being sprouting out from the guard's roof is the massive 6 foot long sharpened double-edge steel.

Its overall design can match of a Japanese Zanbato, meaning that it is capable of killing both a horse and its rider with a single blow. But, it is only because it suits her taste and because it's cooler that way. Its blade tip is single pointed, so it's strength is focused without deterring away from wasting the power in the swings. Lining in etched designs are yellow patterns that look pretty much like runes. These runes do not have a special purpose, only for the overall appeal to the eyes that make it more cooler.


Overall Ability:

Mjolnir

The thundering hammer of Thor, or in this case Kami's fist. With the bond between her and her Zanpakuto nonexistent, Kami's unnatural aura grew to a strength that very few ever know. As if taking on the will of her overall nature the Shinigami's aura causes objects and reiatsu that it is infused into to erupt with an incredible explosion. Like tearing from the seams until the cracks are shown on the outer surface, then explodes. And how does Kami infuse her reiatsu into objects or reiatsu? She punches, kicks, headbutts, etc. Pretty much the gist of it. By physically making contact with any object her reiatsu penetrates into the said object. And due to her reiatsu being so unstable and uncontrollable, it causes whatever she infuses her reiatsu into to erupt and break apart from the inside out.

This ability can only be done as long Kami makes physical contact at any time while the ability is in use. Which can be activated at any time. Once flipped on, the aura around the woman becomes that of a vibrant azure color that flares out of her body. Despite this her aura doesn't offer any form of protection, so as long as she remains unaware, or doesn't conduct a combative action, the aura doesn't carry on the effect. Including that the aura can not be launched as a projectile as well. So no firing it like a Bala or a Cero or a Kido spell, physical contact is a must. If anything, the aura only makes the woman appear more menacing than what she appeared to be before activation.

However, that is not all. What happens after the explosion occurs? That is the easy part, burns. The explosion that takes place once an object or reiatsu detonates causes other objects or people caught within its radius to catch fire. The radius that the fire effects is based on Kami's reiatsu strength. For every 100 in reiatsu strength covers 5 feet around the explosion. Furthermore, the fire remains as long as Kami's ability remains in effect and does not effect her. As for the explosion itself, it is the same for the fire. For every 100 in reiatsu strength, the explosion covers a 5 foot radius from where the explosion occurs. The fire is the same color as Kami's Azure aura, and is reiatsu in nature, so that means that it will take reiatsu to dissipate it. An offensive spiritual stat that as at least 50% of Kami's overall reiatsu strength. So if her total reiatsu strength was 600, then it would take more than 300 reiatsu strength to remove the flames.

The flame's themselves begin causing first degree burns for 2 posts. Second degree burns occur on posts 3 and 4. Afterwards, third degree burns occur on post 5 and 6, and shortly after, burns that melt skin and flesh off the bones, or melting metals to that of paste. Beyond that, Mjolnir is an unbiased technique that does harm even to the closest of friends.

Drawbacks

Although Kami's ability is as strong as she is, there is only so much that its user can handle. From the looks of it, Mjolnir does severe damage to the interior of what Kami makes contact with, but that also goes double for Kami too. For each time contact with made with the power is in use, for which ever part is used with Mjolnir the muscles begin to break down from the intense shock of the impact made. When contact is made, the force is also returned into the limb or bodypart used, sending an intense vibration through the muscles. That vibration is what tears the muscles apart to the point in which it begins to effect the bones of the body part used.  First contact made the limb is numbed for that specific limb. The 2nd contact is made, muscles are torn apart. 3rd contact Kami's bones are shattered, and can not be repaired or used in the same thread, exception through medical treatment.

Each time the ability makes contact the pain is immense to the point that it becomes almost impossible to move it for several minutes. Yet, the pain continues to grow as long as the ability remains active. Like after the 3rd post if continued use of Mjolnir, and after the 1st contact is made, then the limbs used will begin to form lacerations to have blood seep out. But of course, that isn't the worst of it. Mjolnir can only be triggered during Kami's full potential. Should she limit her abilities then Mjolnir will immediately shut down, and that does go according if she doesn't pay the amount of reiatsu needed for it. And obviously reiatsu is need to use Mjolnir, and a lot of it. 400 reiatsu is needed to first activate the ability. A single cost may not seem like for activation, but that isn't what gets to Kami. What does get to her is the staggering cost to keep it active. The first post has a reiatsu cost of 200, then increases to 400 to continue its usage, then shortly after increases to that of 600 reiatsu to maintain on the next post. It continues to grow 200 reiatsu for every post to maintain Mjolnir.

However, the worst part about paying continuously is that after passing a single payment, like passing 200 on one post and moving on to 400 for the next post, should Kami stop using Mjolnir and choose to turn it on later on, the reiatsu cost will immediately go to 400 instead of 200. Afterwards, the cost will increase according to the increase of 200 for each post of continuous use. So, it would go from 400 to 600, then to 800. This is due the fact that Mjolnir does cover the body and is being taxed by the strain on her spirit and strength. Including, Mjolnir does require 2x superiority over that of its target that revolves around living objects and releases, but everything else, like non-release techniques would only require a offensive stat superiority.



Other Techniques:


Shunpo

[Kaminari Cinco]

-History-

Birthplace: [Rukongai: District 24]

Current Residence: [Wherever]

Memorable Figures: [Rikuo-Sensei]

History:

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{Chapter 1: Life}

Can't really break the rules when there haven't been any to really establish from the get-go. And the current laws that have been set up don't really mean anything. Kinda like putting limitations as to how someone can act. The laws of Soul Society were only put up so everyone can get along within their days of peace. Some call it Heaven, while others think of it as a new start, whatever that means. All Kami knows is how dark it was. For people like her there was nothing else but the silence and the cold. A place where the eye does not see nor cares for. So, why should she?

She can't remember much of her birth, only the minor facts that she been left with the homeless, abandoned by the couple that were believed to be her parents. It wasn't uncommon for something like that to happen in Rukon, and unlikely to stop any time soon. Parents who woulsld casually leave their child aside to avoid feeding another mouth, or whatever reason they had. That was what many of Rukon faced. The challenge of not possessing wealth or talent to help them rise up. Hard work and dedication did nothing if you were sick and feeble. So it was either if ya got it or you don't. That was the reality for most Rukon folks living in the slums.

From what she could remember of her earlier years was the smell. Piss and sweat, and sometimes the molding crust that came off the people that were around her. She was lucky, or seemingly lucky that some of the old ladies decided to take her in. Not a single woman of course, but a group. Women who had kind hearts, who refused to see a crying baby die in the garbage. Kami was abandoned, like most children in Rukon, left for dead by people who didn't want her. At least that was the story in which she was told. All that she knew was a couple left her in the garbage, leaving her for who knows what reason. Growing up, she was told that she resembled the fleeing pair. She didn't know if they were her siblings or blood related. So, due to the circumstances and resemblance, they were to be her parents.

She was brought up by these ladies, no specific one being a mother figure. That was made clear by their man friends, lovers, or husbands. Kami didn't know what the case was with them and her. The ladies told her that they couldn't bare to see a baby die. So they took in and fed her. They did so to preserve their own humanity, or some shit like that. In the slums of the 24th district, it was everyone for themselves. That was the life that Kami had to grow accustom to. No one was there afterwards. Once she was a child she became too much of a liability. Another mouth to feed. Money was difficult to come by, unless one was selling themselves for some "exotic" services. Children were no different from adults in such a business. But Kami, Kami knew better that wasn't something she should get into.

People were not to be trusted in the slums. To be used and be thrown away after the task was over, or simply to be thrown away as a scapegoat. She can't even begin to remember how hungry she became when she was still a child. What little money she made was from begging or doing stupid tricks out on the street. But she didn't care, to a point at least. Kami saw their faces, how stupid people can be. They all laughed and ordered her around to merely make a penny. The shame, the embarrassment she felt doing those stupid things only made her angry. Towards the people of Rukon, but more towards herself. That was what she felt ashamed of more. If things progressed as they did, then she would most likely become toy.

She had to get stronger. She had to be tough. People were unreliable and selfish. Placing her faith in them would only lead to more suffering and pain. That was the belief anyways. Kami had been tossed aside when she thought that she was beginning to make "friends." Nevertheless, she was wrong. Dead wrong.

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{Chapter 2: Child}

"Either ya got it or you don't," is what the people in District 24 would say. They worked to scavenge what they could and share it among themselves. For those that did nothing got nothing in return. Even at a young age Kami knew how life worked. "Sieze life for yourself." That was what she did, without entirely understanding what it meant. During this time she never had a name. Giving her a name would have meant that those that took care of her would have formed a familial bond with her. A sense of being. A place to belong to. So, in order to keep that distance from her Kami was never given a name. No name, no place to belong, nor a life to really live. All but the life that she would come to make for herself.

What she did know was if she wanted to live she had to eat. The constant grumbling pain that twisted her stomach made it all the more clear as to what she needed. Aside from sleeping a lot she needed something to keep her fueled, to keep her alive. Before, the ladies would give her what she needed, but no longer. She didn't know the concept of trade, let alone money. Something always had to be exchanged to gain another thing. That was how the world worked. Nothing was given for free. Not an adult, let alone a hungry child. She thought about it at first, working for what she would be able to eat. But she came to notice how she was cheated. She began to take notice when working for a food stall.

The man was scruffy looking. Bearded, tall, muscular, and hairy. Handling the various fruits and vegetables, more like cleaning and plucking them from the dirt. Weeding out the unnecessary crops and separating those that can not be used from the good ones was hard. This was especially true for a child who was only Eight at the time, and was starving. If she wanted to eat, earning money, Kami had to make she sure had a certain amount of vegetables ready to sale. The guy stood at the stall in order to sell while Kami did the manual labor. Cuts, sores, and blisters, Kami had to put up with it so she could make her quota. If she didn't, she wasn't going to get anything.

"Lazy" and "greedy," those were the words that the man used to label her when she asked to rest. He'd often compare her to his own childhood of working the fields in his youth. Never did he consider that she was deprived of food for nearly a week, only surviving off the scraps that people threw away in the trash or on the streets. And afterwards, after her work to the night, would she rest on a pile of hay outside the man's home. That too came out of her pay. By the end of each day she would make less than five dollars a day before having to pay the man for staying at his home. When working in the fields all she could see was how some of the other people were laughing. Others turned away while she looked to them, a few shook their head when they saw her sleeping on her makeshift bed. She didn't know what they were thinking, but it didn't make her feel good at all. In a way, she thought that they were looking down on her.

Every four days would she actually make enough money to buy something decent to eat. And that consisted of an Apple and a Fried Potato. After her day of good eating did she have to save up again to eat. But of course, there were days that she was sick. Feverish and ill, Kami felt nauseated and puked. Not only that the man wasn't going to have her work, but refused to have her stay anywhere near his home or crops. Once again, Kami turned to scraps to keep what little strength she had to keep herself alive. Crumbs and already eaten vegetables. Even spoiled fruit and other greens were fair game as long as she was able to eat. Obviously it only made her more sick. She hated it. She despised it all. Kami had no money, and her fever was only growing worse by the day. Her head felt light. Her body felt weak, burning from the inside and out. She felt like shit on top of shit.

But she felt a chill. Something cold on her forehead. At times she could feel something warm going down her throat with a heavy tone that gently said "drink." At first she thought she had died. That she was going somewhere far away from her world. But it wasn't the case. When her eyes finally opened did she find out that she was in a bed. Blankets and a patch of cloth that had been soaked in cold water was set on her forehead to bring her fever down. An elderly man had taken her in and had been nursing her back to health. From what he explained he had found her collapsed on the road, barely breathing. He decided to take her in only because he saw her working hard out in the field. And despite her sickness growing more each day she still wanted to work. Her resolve was strong for a child. "Why don't you come work for me?" That was what he said to her.

Kami grew anxious, not knowing what reasons the man had. Often times young girls would be taken from their homes or districts to be sold as prostitutes. Or simply slaves. Stranger danger after all. Perhaps he just wanted her to get better so that she could be more of "service" to him or those he worked for. She didn't know who he was or what his game was, but she knew that she didn't want to put her faith in someone that she just met. No, in this district it was "seize your own life." Someone who was going to give it to you was just too easy. It was hollow and risky. She didn't want that. She didn't want to put her trust into someone who would come to use her for their own life. She didn't want that. So Kami went along for the time being, at least until she got better. Shortly after, she left in the middle of the night to make sure that she got away easily. The only thing that she thought that was strange about the man, was the fact of how big his home was.

The design was enough to keep lots of people inside. A larger room could be found at the center of the wooden structure, what seemed to be that of a large arena. Cock fighting perhaps? Or maybe some place that people train at? All she knew was that the place seemed suited to have people fight, and the owner of the place was named Rikuo.

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{Chapter 3: Survive}

"Seize your own life." That was what Kami knew. It was all that she knew of when living in District 24. She had to carve out her own path. She was the one who set the rules for herself. It was up the Kami to know how her life was going to be directed. She didn't want to be hungry. She didn't want to rely on other people. She was the one who was going to decide whether or not she live or not. There was no other person that that was going to tell what to do, or direct her life. She was the captain of her own ship. Kami was going to sleep when she wanted to sleep, and eat when she wanted to eat. She didn't have money to pay for it, but she was hungry. Kami wasn't going to feel ashamed for working for someone who wasn't going to treat her how she wanted to be treated. So, she turned to stealing. And the first guy that she was going to steal from was that bastard of a Food Merchant.

She couldn't do it straight out. The girl even considered the possible outcomes. Hey, she is a kid after all. Regardless if she was desperate, she couldn't be too foolish as to marching right in without some sure fire way to get away. At the same time she couldn't train herself to get stronger. She needed energy to do that, and with what she has left it wouldn't do her much good. For that reason, she had to wait for the right time. That time came with the night. She already knew his layouts and the people that were going to watch over his crops. For that reason she knew their patterns, habits, and routines. All she had to do was wait. When the night came there would only be a single person watching over the crops. One person to monitor them. Only one that she had to avoid.

Despite being hungry, she had to be careful. She waited for the moon to disappear before crawling onto the small patch of land. It was dust, and muddy. The water clung to her torn rice sack shirt before she could even reach the first row. But, she couldn't take them. Not the first row in fear that she may need to return to salvage more. That was why she went for the third row. She waited until the guard went away to drink water. That gave her the opportunity to grab some Tomatoes and a Cabbage. The feeling of dirt and soil between her fingers was the same. The same as it was a few days ago. But this time was different. This time she was taking what she wanted. What she believed to be rewarded for her services before.

She plucked them from the ground, carrying them away before the man could return to his post. More than likely he'd discover her footsteps in the mud. Or maybe the water in the soil would cause the soil to fall onto itself and cover her tracks. She didn't know nor cared. She got what she wanted. Scuttling beneath an underpass Kami rested. She cleaned and ate what she had taken from the man, but it wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough. It didn't change the fact that she spent those nights cold, and without a home. Spending that time alone gave her time to think. That without a place to call home she had no where to go, and that she would have to repeat the same thing all over again. She would have to take in order to live. And still, even after eating she would still be left cold.

Her clothes were a mess, her hair covered in dirt and soil, and her body would end up getting sick. If she got wet and left outside of the elements of the world, then she'd get sick again. And if she got sick then she wouldn't be strong enough to steal again. That meant that she had to eat as much as possible. The more she ate the more her body will develop and become stronger. She had to eat to keep herself strong. Kami couldn't afford to be weak while under the current situation that she was in. So, even though she would sleep cold, her body would be able to handle itself. But she had to keep her strength up. She had to.

The next morning was important. She had to gather, stock up. She did what she could manage. Taking a bed sheet to make into a single piece shirt, some straw to make into sandals, Kami had to learn how to keep herself alive and well enough to eat. Food was of the upmost importance. She had to eat. She had to gather up all that she could in a hurry, and unlike the previous Stall that she stole from she didn't know where the other crop fields were located. And not only that but she couldn't keep raiding the same field over and over again or else the owner will wise up and hire more guards. With that in mind she had to steal from other vendors before going back. But since she didn't know where their fields were she had to do so up front. She had to tread carefully since the adults could run much faster than she could, and were stronger.

Pushing past the crowded dirt road the girl slowly made her move to the outward lines. She went with the flow of the patrons sticking close with those that were viewing the stalls. She remained close to a passing couple, nearly clinging to them for shelter. The vendor was drawing closer and closer, her hand reached out as it grew closer. Closer. Her fingers traced the surface of the skin. She could just taste the flavor of the Oranges with a single touch. Her fingers curled. "HEY! What do you think that you are doing?" A more larger hand reached out and snapped her wrist towards the front. Crap. Beneath the strands of dark hair her eyes widened. The adult jerked her arm upwards, almost as if to snap it out of place.

But that wasn't it, she noticed that her legs were not even touching the ground. "Going to take my fruit without paying, huh? Do you have any money at all to pay with?" She struggled and frail about but she couldn't break free. Her arm hurt, almost like if her own weight was going to be the thing that tore her arm off. Kami wailed about. "Hey Durak, what's up? Someone trying to steal from you?" another vendor came around to see what the commotion was all about. With that man's voice peering into the situation the patrons on the road quickly turned to see what was up. Not only them but those that were passing by also turned to see the action. "Yeah, some street trash was trying to steal some of my produce." the man answered.

His buddy quickly turned to look over the dangling girl for a moment, then back at his amigo. "Looks like another Scavenger. Just look at what she is wearing. Uck, she even smells like something just died." The men laughed, while some of the women looked disgusted with Kami. She never felt so humiliated before. The shame of being looked at as if she was something less than dirt. The girl was released, only to be shoved and kicked to the ground. "Yeah, so just do us a favor and stay where you belong. Something as disgusting as you should just stay on the ground and be grateful for what you are able to get here." His foot was pressed firmly against her head, burying her cheek into the ground.

She couldn't breath, the dust was crawling up her nose. Her throat felt dry and sore. She could feel her head pounding as the dirt was scratching the side of her face. Then, a Plum was tossed down beside her. "Here. You should be happy with what you get." Her arms pushed off the ground, raising slowly her body up to the man. A quick shove was all it took to put the girl back on the ground once again. Kami was weak, tired, hungry. But still, she continued to resist. Each time she rose the man put her back on the ground once again. This time, she felt her lungs cave in as the man's foot was swiftly thrown into her abs. That kick took all the air out of her body, leaving her crunched as a Rolly=Polly. "Stupid kid, should know where she belongs." The sun barred down on her again as the people left the scene to go about their lives once again. As for Kami, she was left to wallow in her pain.

A few coughs helped to regain her average heart rate once again, enough to have her moving any how. And as for the Plum that was left with her, she found out that it was already spoiled. Embarrassed, hurt, and tired, Kami never felt lower than she did now. Her own existence was where the eye didn't see. She despised it all. She despised everyone. "Your injuries will heal over time, but it isn't your body that is hurting, isn't it." A single shadow blocked the sun's rays. She was slowly adjusting to the new sight. "Your body will recover with a bit of rest, but I bet your pride and spirit are hurting more right now." Kami snarled at his words. But more so, she snarled at how right he was. But at the same time, she snarled in utter rejection at what he said.

Kami tossed the Plum aside, rejecting it and what it symbolized. Her defeat. Her weakness. "Maybe there is still some fight in you. That is good. That is what will help you grow stronger." He chuckled. He chuckled? He was laughing at her? Nope. That wasn't the case. What he chuckled at was the potential that he saw in her. The potential that Kami wasn't aware of. What he saw was something that no one else did. A hand was offered to her, "Do you want to show these people what trash really looks like?" The girl looked up at the man, blinking at him for some moments wondering. She thought about it all, then took his hand. The old man smiled. "My name is Rikuo, but from this moment forward, your Master."

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{Chapter 4: Growth}

"Again. You're leaving your sides open again. Every time you kick you must keep your posture leveled and minimize how much of yourself you leave exposed." Once again Kami found herself staring at the ceiling. A familiar and yet tiresome scene that began to make the girl feel nauseated to her core. Only a few months ago she was on the ground in the streets, and now, she was on the ground of a Dojo. Huh. Same situation but different scenery. At least she had a change of clothes and was able to live a somewhat ordinary life. She began her living with Rikuo under the conditions that she follow his rules. After what she had been through, she thought to herself of how simple it would be. Like a walk on the dirt road outside. Well, she was wrong on that account.

The first condition was keeping herself tidy. Clean, neat, and presentable. Since she was to live with the man she was going to be representing him too. That also meant acting the role of an understanding and compassionate person. So, no cussing, no baring more skin than necessary, and keeping her savagery to a minimal. So no acting like an animal. That also meant her table manners had to be spot on too. At first she was just an average street rat, but now she had to act as though she was a princess. Geez, completely out of left field. But, she had to at least try her best. Well, she had to or she will have to be punished. A firm whip from Master Rikuo's leek staff hurt like Hell. It was thin and subtle, but very effective at what it did. Much like Bull's Whip, it left a stinging reminder as to what would come if she disobeyed. Not that she had to be perfect 24/7, since she was still developing herself, but she had to put in the effort.

If she so as much half assed anything then out came the whip with an immediate sore sting. Reaching over the table to put some salt into her soup and *whack, one swing of the whip to the hand. Yawning during stretching exercises and *wham*, there goes another whack. Sleeping during meditation sessions and *ack, another one to the back of the head. Each one of those stings kept her line while at the same reeducating her newly developed manners. And remember that this was only one of the conditions that Master Rikuo had set out for her in order to stay. Another condition was for her to clean up after herself. This was a bit difficult to deal with while at the same time easy. The difficulty was there due to being free of rules. No one told her how to live, how to eat, or let alone how to clean.

Kami had to piece together what she wanted for herself throughout her time on the streets. Other times she had to adapt with what others told her how to live. She lived under the rules of others, but, the freedom that she had was the choice in whether or not to follow. In this case, however, she wanted to follow this man's rules in order to become strong. Strength was what she sought out for herself. She wanted to know how to fight, to bring others down beneath her feet. For as long as she remembered she was the one beneath their heels, so, she wanted to return the favor. Which leads to the final condition, the condition that Kami wanted to do more than anything, which was to train alongside the man himself. This was what she was after. Not the lessons in manners and etiquette, or cleanliness. These things she can pick up along the way, and wouldn't take much time to learn.

However, before being taught each day the girl had to go through the first two lessons. If she didn't, then she wouldn't be able to train for that day. The whole thing was tiresome and annoying. The moments of diligent gentle foreplay made her cuss out the old man a few times. Those times were mistakes, because she would find herself on the ground once again with the entire world spinning around her. But, as the years went by everything began to fall into place. The ass whopping she got remained the same, and only some of the lessons of etiquette stuck with her. Though, her manners actually did improve quite a bit.

Another part to her training was to go out shopping out in the District. To go shopping. Shhhooppppiinngggg. Yup. Now this is when Kami began questioning Rikuo's methods. And although he kept kicking her ass numerous times the other lessons didn't really seem to add up. What did acting polite and kind to others really achieve for her. All that it achieved was having her be whipped by other people. They used her until she was useless and then they would toss her away. Come on now, the only reason that old man Rikuo wanted her to live with him was so that he can have someone else do the chores. Washing his clothes, dusting, sweeping, cooking meals, and cleaning the Dojo, someone to help him with all the unnecessary things. In basic terms, she became a caretaker. Ugh. Despite the training she was receiving, did it really pan out for her if she kept on getting her ass kicked all the time?

"For fuck's sake, if I was going to be a nanny for some old guy, then I would have asked for some money too. Fuck me." Sent out to do some shopping for the two of them the girl pondered over and over again as to her reason for remaining in the Dojo. Hell, she could choose to leave at any point that she desired. Finish up the week and head out, that would be the smart thing to do really. She felt stupid in all honesty. That was what she thought, but, perhaps it was all necessary. Down the dirt road to pick up a few supplies did a crowd gather ahead of her. Some rambling going on with what sounded like some people cheering. Most likely someone up to no good and some people wanted to encourage it. Fuckers. People being stupid and those even dumber than they are were fueling it.

"Poor kid, someone should do something." "Shush, if they hear you then they'll think that you want to support what the child was doing." "I know, but still... Kami over heard what the two ladies to her side were mingling about, so it caught her interest. Sliding past the onlookers was she able to see what was going on. Three men were stomping on two kids. Their clothes were nothing but rags. Their hair was scuffy and ragged, seemingly left uncleaned for weeks at least. She could see their bare legs and arms were covered in bruises, dirt, and dried scabs. Scavengers, that was what the District folk called them. Children who wandered about the roads and streets looking for the smallest bits of scraps to live off of.

Often times they would steal from others in order to survive. They would do anything in order to survive. And what the people saw as trash Kami only saw herself in the two. One little girl covering the little boy. Siblings perhaps. The only thing that the three men saw beneath them were only scraps that meant little as the ants that tread beneath them. She looked around at the crowd. Some disagreed, while others encouraged it. Nevertheless, the result was the same. No one did anything about it. All they did was watch as it went on. It was the same as her time. But this time..... *SMASH* A man's head took a hammerfist at the back of the head and went down like a sack of rice. It happened to Kami and no one came to help. She wasn't going to be an onlooker. Some piece of shit that wanted to help and did nothing to prevent it or stop it. She wasn't going to be like that.

The other two turned towards her, angry. All eyes were on her now as a few of them were enraged as to what she did, while those opposed to the violence turned away. "Wha- Who the fuck ar- "You guys like beating on kids, but don't have the guts to stand up to someone who is as big as you. Get yer head out of yer goddamn ass you fuckin' pussies," she snarled back. Kami was done taking shit from people like them. Well, they weren't bullying her or doing anything to her, but she couldn't help it. Seeing someone in the same situation that she was in didn't do justice as to receiving what they were. The men turned, facing the girl who refused to remain silent as the rest. Past the row of people Kami entered the makeshift circle toward the men. "What? You're telling me that you'll let some Scavengers steal from your shop? And simply get away with it without some sort of punishment?"

"Ya'll can afford some products goin' away. It is not like yur all goin' to go broke from it. Not only that, but you can even make a trade. A fair even trade so that they don't have to steal from you. Why don't you think about it you fucking dumbass." Of course they wouldn't want to listen to a girl who didn't own a business. District 24 was a tough district to live in. Poverty was everywhere, and to avoid it most adults gave up their children to avoid the financial burdens that came with it. Kami turned out to be one of them. "So, the little Scavenger is now all grown up. Heh, now she thinks that she is bad shit." That guy. The same man that she worked for and was cheated her out of proper compensation.

Those that she encountered as a child were gathered together. They were the ones who set out to keep their goods protected. And that was by beating down those who couldn't even defend themselves. Kids that were starved and sleep depraved. She knew what it felt like to be hungry and sleepy. The elements of Rukongai kept her awake many of times, so she couldn't sleep in fear of never waking up. That was what all of the orphaned children went through. As for those that managed to survive to being adults, they have the experience and the achieved potential to survive. Either the kid had a strong will to survive, or they help each other to do so, but being alone in such a world was difficult. So, if she were to think about the whole scenario rationally, then yes, she would side with the shop owners in this case.

"We have to make business in order for US to survive. You think you kids have it rough. If we go under then this whole area collapses too. We'll all go bankrupt." That was right. The shops that were around the district kept money coming in. Should anything happen to those shops then much of the income that came in would else where, and it would be hard to maintain housing and other buildings up. This was what Rikuo wanted her to see? For the girl to learn about the bigger picture than herself? She kinda figured it'd be somethin' like that. A cruel but stern truth. Once they saw her backing down, they resumed to their own teaching methods.

The two kids cried, slowly turning into muffles as the sounds of the mens feet beating down on them. She heard it all. Her eyes peeled away from their beating. She didn't want to see it anymore, which was why she chose to walk awa- *Scream* One of the girls curled up hugging a leg. Was it broken? Her eyes were immediately drawn to the pair, then to the Shop Owners. They didn't stop. They only took in the moment before sneering. And before she knew it herself, her fist had already been planted into the face of one of the men. Her body moved before she could even think it. Everything in the world stood still up until the moment her fist made contact with the man. No thought, no reason, just self gratification. Kami didn't want to be someone who would later regret walking away because everyone thought it was right. She didn't want to be the kinda girl that did nothing went she believed that something was wrong. Fuck reason. Fuck it all.

Kami was her own person. She wasn't a girl who would stick with the norm nor be someone who would follow the expectations of the world. She will be a person who would do so to please herself, to live for herself, and live up to her own ideals. Yes she will be a greedy fucker, but an honest one, and a hard worker at that too. "He-, You son of a bit-" the Sales man was in complete shock but quickly put down what a spinning back kick across the face. The third man shuttered for a moment before laying out Kami onto the floor. A swift punch thinking that another would do the trick, but resulted in colliding with the girl's own fist. Now that hurt like a motherfucker, though it gave the girl enough time to deliver a left hook to the face. Immediately after the hook to the face did a rising knee deliver the knock out when feeling the bone of his nose being crushed.

All around her the crowd was both astonished and fearful. Believing that she would go on a small rampage they walked away. None of them wanted to be involved with the mess, seeing that the men would try and force their issue onto them. With that thought in their heads they fled the scene, which meant that Kami remained with the two kids. Fist off Kami didn't know what to do with them, so, that meant that she just left them to be, hoping that the experience would teach them something. And obviously she took some fruit from the unconscious man's food stand to give to the kids, "Get stronger, so you can take what you want with your own hands. Be stronger, be better than those who try and keep ya down."

There was nothing else that needed to be done in her eyes. At least she thought as much. "You are starting to learn." The old fucker had been watching the entire time to see whether or not the girl was going to act or not. Seemingly so that the reason for her being outside shopping to was to raise her level of thinking. To see beyond what was in front of her, but at the same time to open up her heart. Before she was thinking too much. Thinking about what was right and wrong, that sometimes the right choice lies within the gray area. Should she had force the men to surrender their product over then she would be no better than them. By acting to protect the children she managed to look past herself. However, that didn't go how Rikuo wanted. But it was a start. More and more Kami went out into the district, watching, and learning about what was going on.

"You must think about the circumstances, girl. Everything isn't always black and white. But at the same time, every decision has its consequences." She knew all of this already. So why was Rikuo telling all of this? Did she make the wrong decision on how to handle the guys and kids? Was there a better alternative to that case? She didn't know. "You are much stronger than you believe you are. I saw it when we first met. What I am doing, wanted to do, is honing that strength of yours. Because if it isn't, then it could be dangerous. To you, and to others." Wait, so she has power and the man wanted to hone it? For what purpose? "You have tremendous strength, and if used in the wrong way it could be disastrous. What I wanted to do, is to give you the opportunity to do some good with it. With the Shinigami I mean."

The Shinigami? He wanted to employ her with the damn military. To be a grunt who is placed under rules and regulations. All for what, for some sense of justice and good? What kinda of good was there when she was being hurt and cheated. "I believe that you can do some real good in this world. That is why I decided to train you. You, who could do so much good, who could make some real change. I know I am somewhat of an idealist, but still, it is what I feel is right. And besides, you know the hardships. Those trials and hardships of living out on the streets. Only you could do some real good." This guy was a piece of work alright. So he was going to live vicariously through her by doing these things for her. For her to be molded into a soldier to fight in someone else's war. No thanks.

That was not the path that she wanted for herself. She wasn't going to live a life fighting for people that didn't bother looking at her in the first place. Why would she? For that reason she took the alternative route. She left. "Kaminari. That is your name. I know it isn't much, but at least take it. For a single drum it exists, then it is gone. However, it will return, leaving its presence known to those who heard it. A single instant. A single instant is all that is needed to change its environment." Kaminari huh? So what. It wouldn't keep her there. That was her will. Still it was actually humorous too how she was there for some time, then leaving. She found it amusing really. Kaminari.

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{Chapter 5: Purpose}

From that time to now, Kami had been putting down aggressors left and right. And by aggressors meaning those people who would want to start trouble. Fighting, stealing, and all the mellow drama that was going on around District 24. Kids who wanted to take something were no longer able to do so. She gave some of those kids a few good lumps on their heads. As for the Stall owners trying to cheat those working for them, that came to a stop. Kami them a few lumps too. The first scuffles were hard since they came in numbers. One backing the other so they could keep their ways. Saying something along the lines of "Our shop our rules." Not anymore. Everyone was going to get along and smile too. Kinda like working for Disneyland or whatever.

Kami wanted to put an end to all the damn drama that was slowly ruining the district. Those kids and adults who were called Scavengers had a choice, to either do nothing and remain the way they are, or find someway to help the district improve. That was cleaning up the streets to make them look more clean, helping the adults make repairs for their shacks, or even helping out the local businesses. At least something was being done rather than nothing. Kami would slowly shape the district up rather than watch it condemn itself. Fights often broke out. That was normal obviously. But, when Kami came up to the brawl it would disperse. The average joe didn't want to take was Kami was giving out.

The next several fights came with weapons. Kitchen knives and gardening equipment, so nothing professional. And that did include the people handling them. Some had proficiency in wielding the weapons, but nothing to grand. All for show mostly. But when comparing them to Kami's experience in hand to hand fighting, she was a bit smug. In addition, with the first few fights won, she been proudly displaying that confidence without remorse to their already bruised egos. Like fighting a girl with weapons, and how they lost to a girl. She just wanted to rub some lemons on their wounds. That was the fun part.

Any who, Kami suffered a few cuts and stabs, but nothing major. Well, quite a few punctures too. Despite her vulgar appearance and attitude, Kami remembered the lessons from Rikuo. Actually, it was mostly due to his lessons that Kami was able to interact with the people of her district. Hard at first, but she opened up to them. And that meant more vulgar speech. Still, she treated them as to how she wanted to be treated, with respect. What change could she do as a Shinigami that she wasn't doing in her home district. That was what she thought about. She didn't really see beyond that narrow perspective. Considering that there were larger threats than just rowdy people. Hollows were the biggest. Now they were something that Kami was limited in handling. She could help stop the rioters and those looking for trouble. As to monsters like those, she was screwed.

But that wasn't the biggest trouble. Nope. It wasn't until the invasion of the Seireitei that things went to batshit terrible. The sun was covered. A howl louder than anything she heard in her entire life filled the air. Its very shriek shook the ground that the girl stood on. The buildings trembled and all that she could see was the smoke that rose from behind the large wall that divided the Shinigamis from the ghettos. All of the citizens around her could stare in wonder as to what was going on beyond the wall. Nothing well. Fire and ash sprinkled to their side of the wall, as well as dozens upon dozens of people falling from the sky. Men and women falling from the sky. Angels? That couldn't be it at all. More like- *Yelp*

Over her shoulder the girl peered and saw one of those falling figures landing on one of the buildings. They were raining down on top of them, destroying their homes. When grounded the strange people began attacking. Women, children, it didn't matter. They were attacking all of those that were in their sights. Then came the red. Red covered the walls of the shacks and the dirt that they stood over. What seemed to be contained within the walls of the Seireitei was now spreading over to their side. Not just the strange people, but the fire and chaos. The citizens of the 24th District ran about, looking to either hide or run away. Some fled to the West and East, to the other districts to escape the madness, while others turned tail and ran out of Rukon. Kami knew that they didn't stand a chance. And trained as she was, Kami didn't stand a chance either. But Rikuo could.

Past the Food Stalls and Carpenters, Kami ran as fast she could. Darting past those being slaughtered and screams of pain, Kami ran. She couldn't do anything to help, and even if she did she would have there would be no place to run to. Even knowing that, she couldn't just run. Few of those strange people were in her way. It wasn't a fair show down or anything, a sucker punch was all she could manage to knock some of them off balance. Using that single opportunity Kami had those victims make a break for it. To run somewhere that wasn't there. It was all that she could do for the time being without wasting time on her way to her Master. Ugh, Master? Never thought of herself thinking about it.

"Please be there old man." The district was falling apart. The screaming had been dying down a bit more, but the sounds of rustling buildings and wood being torn apart was more apparent than ever. People were being slaughtered and couldn't do anything. She never felt helpless. Even with all her strength she couldn't do anything. She felt weak. She felt useless. Perhaps after she found Rikuo, the both of them could start leveling out the invaders. That was the idea at least. However, as much as a shit storm Soul Society was in now, things could get worse. And yes they did. Her plan went completely south. Her Master's home, the Dojo, was torn to pieces.

Almost down to its bare bones of a structure the building had been struck hard. Walls have been torn away from their positions, and the roof was set ablaze. The building would only last but a while longer. Kami had to be fast. "Rikuo. Hey old man, are you in here?" Kami didn't hesitate to rush the weakened building, looking into its depths to find the man himself. There was a bit of tussling inside, followed by a loud puncture, like the sort when a fist pierces through a bag of Manure. The sound was that of a quick moment before another sound was made, and that was the sound of a heavy bag being dropped. It came from the back area, in which the old man stood hunched over. The was holding his side. Rikuo was bleeding.

The man was a bloody mess. Bruises were scattered at every part of him that was exposed. A deep crimson red stained his violet tunics. He was hunching, clenching his side before he set himself off to the side. Ashes and burning wood fell around him. "Old man, hey. You alright?" Kami pushed, peeling the tumbling walls and support beams that barred her path. From the other side of the hazing smoke she found the man chuckling to himself. That same dash of red leaked from the crack of his lips. The same red that she filled her vision when she first saw the man, and the same that kept him hunched over. "Y-you.... came back." She quickly examined him, hoping that there would be at least something she could do to help. "Yeah, but just don't expect me to say 'I came home' or something like that."

Rikuo's chuckle grew, and as they did so did his pain. The building's support was giving way. Cracks and fragile wood and paper began to splinter at the seams. It wouldn't be long before it came down on top of them both. "Come on you old fart we have to get going." Kami had to hurry and drag his sorry ass out of there. And there resided the problem. The more he moved the more blood came out. The more blood that came out the higher the odds were that he wouldn't make it. "W-wait, we can't go." Now the old man was losing it. Now he wanted to stay home. To lay and die in his home to the bitter end. "The-ere are children.... here." Huh? As weak as he was he raised his hand to point. In the open gap of the floor board there they were.

Five kids, two of them were the pair from the drama some time ago. Rikuo had been using his home to gather people and was protecting them. He was protecting the Dojo so that more people could find some kinda safe haven to wait out the shit storm, but seeing how things were turning out, it wouldn't remain as such. "Mod Souls. Whoever is using that thing.. is also using the Mod Souls as acting soldiers.... And this reiatsu...... it's...it's so dark." Mod Souls? Dark reiatsu? What the Hell was going on? The children moved out from beneath the floor boards as the old man crushed what appeared to be a small green pill. About the size of a marble. The children moved out and scuttled together to avoid the falling rubble. "Kaminari, I know that we haven't always been living together for long, but if I can............ Get these kids to safety. Please. From a man to his pupil."

She didn't wait. Because she knew what she had to do, what felt right. "I know that much you dumbass. Still, I guess it is better to let it be known then to keep it silent with me. Huh, Master." A subtle cough and a smile was all he managed. The girl took the children, leading them from the collapsing building onto safer grounds. She knew what she had to do, and that meant leaving the old man behind. If he was giving her such a request, then he knew that his condition was bad. The man was barely able to hold himself up or move. Moving him would be difficult along with the children. She had to admit it but the man had both brone and guts.

Past the fire the group made it out, only to be greeted with the sounds of the building collapsing behind them. Everything came crashing down into a blazing inferno. She knew what it meant. Kami knew what happened to the old man. What had been an annoyance became a pit of emptiness. From being alone someone who did believe in her was gone. Still somewhat a stranger to her, Rikuo was pretty much the only person who put time and effort into her. As both a Mentor and a sort of father figure, he did what he could under the circumstances and against her difficult personality. With the kids safe and the business of the invaders coming to a close, the people of the 24th District slowly returned. They trinkled in bit by bit, putting back the pieces and rebuilding.

Some of what was lost could be restored, while others looked around for those people who remained missing wouldn't find it so easy. Kami can say the same for her. Looking at the remains of the Dojo, then to the weeping kids, she saw the difference in strength. The difference that she could have made if she had listened to Rikuo. If she had stayed with him and learned all that she could, then maybe the outcome would have been different. She could have helped him. She could have done more for her home. She could have been the one to make that change. That difference. If she was stronger, tougher, then no one would have been able to defeat her. She would never lose. "You have that potential to be something great. I know it." Rikuo's words still remained. They were as clear as the day she heard them.

If she wanted to make change, then she to be the one to do it. No one else was going to get the ball rolling besides her. Looking at the children she saw what could be, what could be if she was willing to do it. If she was willing to take it. Up to the wall, that was where her eyes were drawn to. She knew what she had to in order to make that change. "I'm going to do it. I'm going to avenge all of this. I'mma be the one... who will make that change." The kids were survivors, and with everyone working together she knew that they would be safe once things were back in order. Patting their heads Kami took off towards the Seireitei. She was going to avenge it all. Her home, the kids, Rikuo. She'll fight and avenge it all. She'll be strongest that the world has ever seen. Because, she was the only one who can do it.

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[Kaminari Cinco]

Kenpachi; Rank 1

Kenpachi Stat Increase [50]

Strength : 100+[50] = 150*75% = 262.5

Speed : 50+[50] = 100*75% = 175

Spiritual Pressure : 50

Reiatsu Strength : 50+[50] = 100*50% = 150

Light Aura : 50

Dark Aura : 50

Instinct : 50

Senses : 50

Energy Sensory : 0

Wound Expertise : 0

Total : 350


Skillz

1. Battle Analysis 1

2. Pain Tolerance 1

3. Battle Recovery 1

4. Kick Boxing 1

5. Intimidation 1

6. Battle Focus 1

SKP: 6/15