Post by Arantima Kawada on Jul 31, 2017 0:55:18 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: Moron Points
Password 2: Long Live the King
Type: Soul Specialist V2
Squad: Squad 10
Rank: Vice Captain of Squad 10
-Basic Information-
Name: Arantima Aoire (Ah-rahn-TIMA ow-REh)
Age of Death: Died at the age of 17
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 720 / Appears to be 25
Birthday (Month/Day): June 10th
Blood Type: O Negative
RP Sample
Crawling, that is all Arantima can do. How long have i been crawling? C.. Crawling? Why am I crawling? Wher.. Where am I going? Im Going to die.. No, I'm already dead.. is this What the afterlife for a shinigami is? Endless pain? Why am I crawling? these thoughts cut through his skull like the ash arc that tore his chest open a short while ago. He has left a blood trail that was at first thick and now had thinned up enough that while it could be followed easily doesn't look like a creature is dismembering another.
He can only use his right arm to crawl, and even then his right arm is straining under the use. The blood loss has made his body grow cold, he is shivering and crawling against the grass and the dirt of the wilds of the Rukongai. What is keeping this Shingami going? What force keeps this shinigami alive in this state? You are breaking.. You are breaking.. Hold yourself together.. Your own Sea is turning Red with blood.. Red.. Red.. Blood.. This was what he was reduced to. A Trembling mass of survival, surviving was his only drive, his only way forward.
He was determined, and for this shinigami determination was his existence. Persevering where anything, anyone else would have found a new way, or simply given up and created a new goal.. This shinigami knew no other way than to push through until he either succeeded or wore down the universe enough that he may as well have succeeded on his own. This was no different, no matter how badly he hurt he had to continue on. He could not die until Hotaru Demanded it of him, he could not die until he Found gracie and saw her use Magic again.
Arantima could not die, not here, not now. He had attained his broken release.. and lost it. And Now he had to find it again. He was not finished, he had more to do. The Bridge between the Weak and the Strong could not crumble now, it had more to do. that was what kept this Shingami crawling forward. He was going to make it, He was going to... Blackness overtook his vision, He was nowhere and everywhere at once before suddenly he felt water at his fingers and opened his eye again. He had been crawling unconsciously.
-Appearance-
Height/Weight
6 feet, 3 Inches Tall. He weighs in just over 150 pounds
6 feet, 3 Inches Tall. He weighs in just over 150 pounds
Physical Description
At 6 Feet and 3 inches tall, he seems like a child who recently had a growth spurt mostly, not so much getting used to the height but being fascinated with how long his arms are and how much he can see. He Smiles with pale lips that match his pale, almost cream like skin. The Flesh speckled slightly with a sheen of gold, that most just chalk up to fair blond body hair. Though it might be a bit more ingrained than just his very light body hair causing it.
His hair reaches down to lower edge of his shoulder blades, golden strands of almost silk that splay down along his back freely until he is ready for a fight, then it is tied up into a long tail. His eyes are Jade green and have a gentleness to them when he looks at just about anyone. This can quickly change however, when his hair is up that gentle gaze is replaced by a biting harshness that can seem heavy, almost predatory.
He Wears the usual Shinigami Hakama pants, but his upper robe is open front and hooded. He doesn't wear any undershirt and the tradition obi sash has been replaced with a three section leather belt. The Long Blade that hangs at his Hips is his Zanpakuto, but uncharacteristically it is a Western styled Blade rather than a Eastern style. Likewise its length is surprising, being just slightly taller than he is from Tip to Tip.
A Scar Runs from his left shoulder own into the waist band of his Hakama Pants, this scar is deep and not very old maybe a few months. This scar is one you would see on someone who has narrowly escaped death, and most would hide it, but this scar is displayed proudly as a mark of honor it seems. His left arm is scarred lightly as well, as if burned in a bad fire or held in an explosion. the bracer covers most of it but flecks of it can be seen.
-Personality-
Dislikes
Liars - Arantima Can not stand when he is lied to. If he knows the lie he will confront it head on, if he finds out about it after the lie was successful he will remember and it will come back to bite the Liar eventually.
Fresh vegetables - Arantima Does not care for the taste of fresh or uncooked vegetables.. Never has since he was younger and alive. Something about the Chrunch and earthy taste sit unpleasantly on his tongue.
Plain Milk - Likewise to the Vegetables, Milk is an unpleasant flavor to him, not the consistency just the flavor, its too light, not enough backbone to itself. To him its a half measure at a drink.
Dishonorable behavior - There is something to be said about a Basic Code of honor. Never telling a lie, Never throwing the First punch in a fight with another Shinigami. Never try and cheat an honest man when doing business. Any man who can not be said to be honorable by the basest definition of it is not a man Arantima can be around comfortably.
Womanizers - This has to deal with how he was raised and the conditions he was raised in. A Woman may of course do as she likes, or even do as she needs to keep her family fed and housed. Any man who takes advantage of a woman's situation for his own gain, or treats women as somehow lesser are not tolerated.
Greed - This Lays in with the Dishonorable behavior slightly but with a more focused spectrum. Any person driven by monetary gain over helping those in need is abhorrent.
Parasites - Arantima Can not stand a parasitic individual or creature. Stand on your own, with the aid of others but not barbecue of others.. if your entire existence is to drain life off of another Arantima has no love for you.
Likes
Fried food - Arantima has a well know fondness for anything tempura fried. His favorite Restaurants might even say that if you fried a rock Tima may be tempted to try and eat it. Sweet Cream - Alongside his affinity for Fried foods, He adores the taste of sweet cream, Never in large amounts but in smaller Sake shot sizes.
Generosity - At any chance Arantima will opt for helping out those in need over any other choice, he reveres this trait in others. This can lead to him being rather poor pocket money wise, but he knows that helping another can be often times better than helping yourself.
The Rukongai - Arantima has spent a long time in the Rukongai, and has developed a special love for it in almost it's entirety. He even loves to travel some of the farther districts for their more colorful people. He Spends a lot of his off time wandering it's streets and visiting his Tree to give it a good whack in nostalgia.
Young Women - When you grow up the son of a courtesan.. you hang out with many many attractive women in scant clothing flirting every which direction, as such it is difficult to grow up without a slightly over-active libido.
Battle - Arantima may be a calm man in every other aspect save when it comes to battle.. He becomes a demon, ready to break bones and cripple bodies. This doesn't seem to actually bother Tima as he views it as plainly natural, Battle is one of the few times when unadulterated violence is called for afterall.
Teaching - Arantima has had time to teach two very eager students, Gracie and Joshua. He has spent less time with Gracie over all but He enjoys teaching younger people the ways of spiritual power.
Flaws
Brutally Honest - Arantima will always speak his mind. This is both a good and a Bad thing, good in tat he will never lie, bad in that he will always tell the truth. Fat is fat, ugly is ugly, weak is weak, and pitiful is pitiful. He Holds no words back, so it is most often best to either not ask him or only ask if you are prepared for that brutal honesty.Vengeful - When an opponent gets away, or someone hurts his friends when he is not around, Arantima seethes. His Anger wells up and can be almost felt in the air like an oncoming Storm. He most often lets his anger show in these moments, letting it be known how he feels, but it when he is silent and soothing to the one hurt or appears to accept the enemy's escape that danger looms most.
Soft in the middle - As toned as his arms may be, Arantima's like of Cream and fried foods shows.. His mid section is far from flabby but it is not nearly as toned as it should be.
Overconfident - The Truth of his lips and mind extends to everyone, save himself. Getting Tima To back down is difficult, his confidence in his own skills borders on the idiotic. He knows his abilities but believes himself capable of pushing himself harder and further to take down an enemy that would fell a soul reaper of his own strength.
Habits
Impure thoughts - Arantima Often daydreams.. Not his proudest moments of course but he finds his mind wandering to thoughts of women, dancing or swimming or laying in the sun.. Uhh What were we talking about again?
Throat Singing / Humming- Being from Mongolian descent he learned the art of throat singing when he was alive. if he is ever bored or there is an odd bit of uneasy silence he will begin to sing in his Mongolian style, but most often it just comes out as a hushed buzz like humming.
Hand in his pockets - Arantima has a terrible habit of keeping his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hooded robe, often looking down at his feet as he walks, and struggling to keep eye contact during conversation.
Tongue click - when he can't think of something to actually say, he will often click his tongue and nod once or twice, either that or shake his head depending on the mood.
Fears
Harming an innocent - Arantima can be sadistically Violent when he fights, and this could potentially lead to him harming someone innocent someday, this would devastate ArantimaImpure Thoughts - He is afraid that one day his daydreams will go too far. or even worse if they do and it ruins a friendship. He often will keep his gaze cast down and away from a woman he is talking to because of this fear.
Being Tricked again - Arantima Fears that he will be lied to again by someone seeking to harm him and that it will cause him harm again, maybe even death. He keeps himself reserved because of this fear, Not letting himself attach to others too quickly.
Goals
Mastering his Soul - He knows that a shinigami's weapon is linked directly to his or her soul, so he seeks to master himself in the spiritual aspect, mastering and becoming one with his Zanpakuto.Meeting a nice girl - He doesn't Really want to get married, but he does desire to have a girl in his life who will love him, sister like love or otherwise.
Becoming Vice Captain of Squad 10 - The life of a Captain doesn't sit well with him. But having a purpose to assist a great leader like that would be one of his greatest desires come true.
Alignment
Passive Good
Passive Good
Overall Personality
It doesn't matter who, what, how you are. Arantima does not make quick knee-jerk judgements based on these things. Arantima will instead form his opinion based on the actions of those he meets, how they treat him and others. He will never judge another for acting how they do, never say "you are scum" or anything similar, for him each person has their life. this however doesn't stop him from standing in the way of those he deems evil. Liars are an exception to this rule, a Liar is Abhorrent and will be ignored or avoided at the best of times and if possible even confronted, violently if need be.
His overall mood is that of Apathy, at least to those who observe him. His Emotions tend to be very reserved and tempered smiling is a rarity and if you can get him to you had better take a picture it might be another hundred years before it happens again. Unless of course he is fighting.. When he is fighting he allows himself to "Cut loose" as he describes it and truly work himself into a frenzy of emotions, mostly Anger but Joy and excitement as well.
He finds himself getting along better with women than he does men, as his past experiences with men in his life were absolutely terrible. He Likes younger woman especially, whether they are truly younger than him or if they are just simply younger in appearance. This does not mean that he cannot get along with men just simply that he doesn't prefer their company. He does reserve himself in social interactions the first few times, especially around women as he fears that he will say thew wrong thing or look in the wrong place and be taken as a Lecherous fool, and with men he doesn't want to build trust too swiftly. He is constantly battling the fear that he may be Lied to again and this can cause some issues getting into a friendship.
He is as you may guess from the above, a Loner most often but can crave the presence of others which creates an odd dilemma within his mind. He will train in the same area as others without interacting for this very reason, figuring training can be excused as a reason for not being talkative or seeming disconnected from those around you. He will Try and strike up conversation but he is not the best conversationalist.
-Powers-
Fighting Style
The way that Arantima fights is observant but violent still. He is not a mindless fighting machine but he will take a hit to keep the fighting moving in his favor. He Utilizes his Skill in the sword to attack and defend himself from incoming attacks. His Determination and practice with the blade has been deep ingrained in him and he knows how swords move and flow through the hand but also the air. His Form and style of fighting with a sword is strange to most, looking like a winding dragon as he winds in and around sword attacks.
He will start a Fight without even Drawing his weapon, Content to match his Hakuda against his foes skills. His hand to hand combat is exemplary and he likes to show that off. His fists hit like hammers and his body is flexible enough to wind around attacks like a dragon. He Will fight with his hands and feet like this until he either wins or sees that he can't hold back against a particular opponent.
The Real battle begins when Arantima begins to manifest his Zanpakuto's abilities. He Will utilize several technqiues he has begun to Learn and devlop that allow him to just allows peeks into his Zanpakuto's release. Unlike other Shinigami, He does not posess A Shikai AND a Bankai, his Zanpakuto release at it's full potential always. So he has taken steps to try and find his own Minor release, and Is getting closer to that realization through Soul-Bind.
When Arantima Does finally Release he will use his ability to create Clones and Harrass his foe with spectral versions of himself, dancing and darting in with them, Teasing and giving the chance to harm him for his enemy so they stay incensed. He also pairs this with his ability to summon blades as will, darting in and having his Clones Attack and slashing at his foes with His Manifested blades.
Zanpakutou Spirit Appearance
A Tall, lithe man with black nails, Golden Skin and Black eyes. Tenryu Satsujin, The Heavenly Dragon Slayer stands at 7 feet almost and wears a balance of Blacks and Silvers. He is a Noble at first glance but his Golden Skin and black claws say otherwise. His Black eyes will glow Golden when he sees Arantima, showing the Dragon like slits and pupils hidden away from the rest of the world.
Inner World
Arantima's inner world is Constantly cloudy, with soft gentle rolling thunder in the distance. There is no land, only pure water that is sweet when tasted and cool to the touch. In this World he walks the surface of the water without disturbing its surface and enjoys the calm misty air. However when he is troubled the air turns stormy and the sea rages and roils. The thunder claps loudly and lightning strikes in the clouds and sky. Deep down under the Sea lies a temple that only Arantima may enter, the doors open and the water dares not even allow a drop over the threshold.Zanpakutou Appearances
Arantima's Zanpakuto is a Long Dutch styled Longsword, a Side sword that was drawn out to a ridiculous length. The Blade i almost pure white, looking like it was made of a Compressed cloud and given shape. The Handle of the Blade is ornate and jeweled, with a Dragon motif to it that makes it iconic just by the pommel alone. The pommel now being mentioned clasps a large Gemstone in a dracons claw that is about the size of an eyeball, made of Opal.
When Arantima Releases the Blade shatters, Much like it did before. The Blades He can manifest in Shikai are what his blade looks like in this form. The Blades are long, Just as long as it was sealed but are more broad, especially down towards where the cross-guard was before. That Area has a Hollow Center and is flared out almost like a shield. These Blades Float while they are manifested, but can be weilded with Arantima's hands of his clones.
Zanapkutou Release Names
Shikai - Ten no ryū o nigiru ten no ha, Tenryu Satsujin!
Heavenly blade grasping the heavenly dragon, Heavens Dragon Slayer!
Shikai - Ten no ryū o nigiru ten no ha, Tenryu Satsujin!
Heavenly blade grasping the heavenly dragon, Heavens Dragon Slayer!
Overall Ability
Tenryu, The Heavenly Dragon is a Zanpakuto that was created by the Drive of Arantima’s soul to project itself outward. The Simplest Word to describe its abilities is the Word projection. Arantima Exudes absolutely zero Gravitational pressure and is incapable of crushing the area around him with it. The trade off is that his gravitational pressure is turned inward, waiting to explode outward from his body.
The Ability of projection extends outward from his body out to 60 Meters. His Gravitational pressure that is Collected within his body allows him to Project Spiritual versions of himself outward from his body. When they are projected they step out and away from his body so they can not simply appear in front of an enemy. These projections have a durability that is equal to Half of his Spiritual pressure stat at the time of Creation. To create a projection Arantima must spend 150 Reiatsu and can only create 4 such projections at once
They Mirror his released stats but can not utilize flex defense by having a high strength stat. These Projections can use ANY Non release Technique that Arantima knows, However the Reiatsu cost for these Techniques is increased by 50% and must be paid by Arantima. Step techniques Likewise can only be used once per projection Per post. The concentration required to Use a Step technique through a projection is simply too complex to keep the projection stable if it moved that way more than once in a short period of time.
Shikai overall
Arantima can create his Soul blade at will with a thought. He can create many of these blades and guide them around with his spiritual pressure. He Can only create a Blade Within the bounds of his projection (60 meters). They follow his movements at his own speed when they are being controlled and can be dismissed as fast as they are formed. He Can control one Blade in this manner for every 10 points in instinct he has, and when controlling these blades they can each move independently from each other. Wielding a Blade by hand Does not take up a Control slot, However having a projection wielding these Blades Does. Each blade he creates requires Double Stat superiority over his spiritual pressure to break as normal for release weapons. The first 10 Blades created are free, any Blades after even if one of those first ten is dismissed/broken cost 50 reatsu to create. They cant be created INSIDE a target.
He Can alternately Create shields out of his Gravitational pressure. These Shields Can move independently much like His blades, but they must be created Within 5 feet of himself, having the same Range limitation of his Swords however. The Shields move at Arantima's Speed but he can expend 100 Reiatsu to make them move 2x faster for a single post. These Shields must be created in pairs of 2, and require 50 instinct to control a single pair. To form these shields costs 150 Reatsu per pair after the first pair is created even if that first pair is dismissed/broken.
These Shields are Supremely Durable and have enough of a Hollow in their centers that they can be pressed together to Engulf a normal sized (under 12 feet) human body. While inside of this Steel Shell anything inside is protected from any force on the outside. The Space inside of the shields is Governed as a space outside of reality, and untouchable by anyone but Arantima. To break the shields apart from the inside and break out of that space requires 50% of His spiritual pressure. To break them apart from the outside requires Double stat superiority, and triple for the force to Affect the inside at the time of breaking.
While inside of the shields Arantima can sense the world through a single projection at a time but becomes incapable of creating more Projections. He may swap his senses between Projections at will. If Arantima’s senses are inside of a projection when it is destroyed in this manner Arantima will take 50% of the damage from the attack or effect that destroyed the projection.
Zanpakuto Techniques
Shikai Techniques
Doragonzureiji - "When the Dragons Rage in heaven, They Escape and Rend the mortal world asunder"
The Dragons Rage is the Ability to produce a Spiritual pressure dragon. This Dragon travels at 600 speed instead of Arantima's speed to start. Not only this but it can be Maintained for 1 post after it's initial creation for an extra 500 reiatsu cost. Maximum 2 post duration until cooldown activates. This Dragon is about Twenty feet long after it is fully formed and 6 feet in diameter, it takes the shape of an eastern Dragon. This Dragon can be guided around like a Twisting Dragon might fly.
This Dragon is not Solid, instead flowing through any object that it has Stat superiority over. It also flows through any Sentient Being, ripping through their body and Crushing their bones as it does so. Any Spiritual barrier that has at least 75% of the OS Cannot be penetrated.
Cost - 2000
Weakness - The first weakness is the immense Reaitsu cost. The Second Drawback to this Technique is that this Dragon drains a lot of his Gravitational pressure. This technique can only be used once every 3 Posts from it's end point, Meaning if he spends the extra 500 reiatsu to guide it for one more post he must wait 3 posts after the second post to use this technique again. He Can also only use this Technique Three times per Thread period.
Tenryu Tenkai - "Oh for a voice like thunder and a tongue to drown the throat of war."
This technique requires Arantima to have At least one pair of Shields summoned. This Technique Condenses those shields into Solid Golden glowing scales.. These scales are woven into an armor that wraps around Arantima’s body and coats his entire body in protective armor save for his head. This armor has a Durability equal to a standard Zanpakuto at 2x Spiritual pressure. While this Armor is active he can not Create More projections than he currently has active, though he can create swords and shields still.
Cost - 500 to activate and 100 per post to maintain.
Weakness - This technique locks out parts of his overall ability while it is being maintained. The 5 Control slots are eaten up by this technique.
Tenryu Saisei - "And when the dragon is slain, The world will be at peace."
This technique can only be activated while Tenryu Tenkai is also active. This technique forces all projections to immediately dissipate upon activation and condenses all of Arantima’s Gravitational pressure back into himself and the Scales that form his armor Burn away and become two Wings made of Gold on his back.
These wings allow him to fly at his own speed anywhere, regardless of availability of airground or even air. These wings when they flap are not beating down air but are buffeting the ground with bursts of his own Gravitational pressure. Anything that Arantima flies over that has an OS lower than His spiritual pressure is Crushed violently, cracking bones and the like.
Cost - 500 Reiatsu to activate and 100 more each post to maintain
Weakness - This technique Ends Tenryu Saisei immediately upon activation and while this technique is maintained it can not be reactivated, Likewise it shuts off aspects of his overall as well as his ability to create and control projections of himself.
Bagua Zhen - “If one is not afraid of dying, there is nothing he cannot achieve.”
In order to activate this technique Arantima Must Spend 25% of his maximum reatsu and touch the Target on the head in some fashion. This technique Focuses Arantima’s Spiritual Pressure onto the Head of the target. Surrounding the Gate of Heaven within them. Once this technique is activated the target has the opportunity to spend an amount of reatsu equal to the amount spent by Arantima. If they do The Connection is interrupted and the technique is thwarted for that post but can be retried after a Three post cooldown
If the effect is not thwarted the Target of the technique will be subjected to a series of horrific images in rapid succession. Images of death, despair, and suffering. The effect is tailored to the targets fears. The Goal of this technique is to cause the target to feel great despair and to be filled with the desire to die. The target will be left in a state of great mental and physical pain. The target will be left in a state where they will be unwilling to fight or even to live and left in a state where death would be a relief.
This Technique can be Partially resisted with a Combined Lack of fear and Strength of will of 5 or more, 3 or more with 100 Light aura. This allows the target to continue fighting through the effects but will be tormented with flashes of images for the entire duration of the remainder of Arantimas release.
Weakness - This technique has a few options to full on negate it before it is even activated and another for after it is activated to either negate it entirely or avoid the largest drawback of being affected.
Kanjō-teki Zandaka - "All things in balance, Neutrality of mind and soul"
This technique Sends The Aura inside of himself into his projections. The Projection that contains Light aura begins to glow with a light that Allows Arantima to see in its area even if Arantima should otherwise be blinded. This Light shines out for 1 foot for each point of light aura dumped into the Projection and does not allow Arantima to see through walls nor see while inside of his shields.
The projection that contains Dark aura is surrounded in a small bubble of raging black clouds and red streaking lightning the range of which is equal to 1 foot per point of Dark aura the projection is imbued with. When the Projection throws a punch or a kick it sends out a 1 foot diameter red beam of hatred and rage that burns with a red hot heat only capable of being understood as the fires of hatred. This beam's OS is based on Arantima's Spiritual pressure.
Cost - 500 to activate and 100 per post to maintain. Each shot of Rage costs 50 reatsu to fire.
Weakness - This Technique may only be used while maintaining two projections and this technique may only drain an equal amount of Aura from Arantima that he currently has within himself.
Kanjō-teki Kokufuku - "Emotions Rage and roil, overcome by turmoil the soul shatters"
This technique Merges the two projections from Kanjō-teki Zandaka, the two projections touch in some way and merge into a single body. The new projection takes on the form of an Eastern dragon much like Doragonzureiji however the size is only 6 feet long and 1 foot in diameter. This Dragon flies at 600 speed and Is physically real and may be destroyed by an attack that has double stat superiority. This dragon will fly into the body of a target and their body is the only thing that the dragon will not crash into but simply fly into and absorb.
Once the Dragon has been absorbed by a body their Light and Dark aura's increase by an amount equal to Arantima's Light and dark auras. The Target may spend 1000 Reatsu to purge the excess light and dark aura.
If a Characters Dark aura is Sent above 100 points by this technique the Target will be boiled alive from the inside by the searing fires of hatred burning away their reaitsu. The Target will take 100 points of reatsu damage per post unless they apologize for something they regret in their past. However the character would also be subject to the new dark aura afflicting their personality.
If a Characters Light aura is sent above 100 points by this technique the target will begin to Cry. These tears are not natural tears and are made from the targets spiritual pressure, Forcing the target to succumb to cutback if the target would be subject to cutback via Spiritual pressure difference if they continue to attack, regardless of if their release would prevent cutback. This state lasts until the Character. This state lingers until the character harms themselves in a meaningful way to the character.
Cost - This Technique costs 1500 To Activate.
Weakness - This technique may only be activated during Kanjō-teki Zandaka and doing so immediatly ends the technique. This technique may only be used once per thread and if the dragon does not absorb into a body it is wasted. Tenryu must explain what is occurring to the Target and how to cleanse it.
-History-
Birthplace
Arantima Was Born to Chinua a Mongol Woman living in a small village on the side of the Silkroad in the Days of Kublai khan, Grandson of the Great Ghengis. it was at this small town that a Dutch trader who had earned the rights to trade along the Silk road stopped with his caravan for a night of drinking and celebrating a good sale some days ago. The Dutch trader was simply known as Bekoring, or as his Caravan mates shortened it to Bekor, it was said among his caravan that this man could sell dirt to a farmer and make a profit with his Charms
Arantima Was Born to Chinua a Mongol Woman living in a small village on the side of the Silkroad in the Days of Kublai khan, Grandson of the Great Ghengis. it was at this small town that a Dutch trader who had earned the rights to trade along the Silk road stopped with his caravan for a night of drinking and celebrating a good sale some days ago. The Dutch trader was simply known as Bekoring, or as his Caravan mates shortened it to Bekor, it was said among his caravan that this man could sell dirt to a farmer and make a profit with his Charms
Current Residence
Arantima Currently Resides within the Kawada Manor as the head of the house and Oversees the day to day business of the house from his office in the Barracks of Squad 10.
Memorable Figures
Sabotai - An Elderly Shinigami who helped Train Arantima From time to time in the past. A Wizened old man one couldn't imagine seeing much power displayed from him but it is from him that Arantima learned of the concept of " The oncoming storm" You don't judge a fighter based on his appearance or he will roll onto you like a thunderhead and shatter you.
Chinua - Arantima's Mother. She was a Courtesan.. pretty word for a whore. She Worked tirelessly to ensure her and her son had a life outside of abject poverty. They were not comfortable as one could hope to be but they were not out on the streets either.
Unknown Shinigami - The Shinigami who sent Arantima's Soul to the Soul society through Konso never gave the boy his name, only a warm smile and a flashed grin. Telling him he would be safe. Arantima still remember the face well, Black waist length hair and Sharp Blue eyes, he carried a Tanto-like blade which he only later found out was odd.
History
Sabotai - An Elderly Shinigami who helped Train Arantima From time to time in the past. A Wizened old man one couldn't imagine seeing much power displayed from him but it is from him that Arantima learned of the concept of " The oncoming storm" You don't judge a fighter based on his appearance or he will roll onto you like a thunderhead and shatter you.
Chinua - Arantima's Mother. She was a Courtesan.. pretty word for a whore. She Worked tirelessly to ensure her and her son had a life outside of abject poverty. They were not comfortable as one could hope to be but they were not out on the streets either.
Unknown Shinigami - The Shinigami who sent Arantima's Soul to the Soul society through Konso never gave the boy his name, only a warm smile and a flashed grin. Telling him he would be safe. Arantima still remember the face well, Black waist length hair and Sharp Blue eyes, he carried a Tanto-like blade which he only later found out was odd.
Age 0 - 17
Arantima was born While Bekor was away, and he was away for almost an entire year. When he was born Arantima had whispy blond hair and pair of jade green eyes, the strangest combination his mother had ever seen. After six months Chinua had almost given up on seeing Bekor again but with a passing caravan came a small toy for Tima and a note telling her he couldn't wait to see his boy, even if it wasn't really his. In that year Arantima grew rapidly and was well kept after with his father sending money to help them along, however his mother still worked as needed. This stayed with Tima throughout much of his childhood, his real father gone for very long stretches of time and his mother openly bedding many other men, but when his father was there he saw love between his parents. This led him down the path to never judge what you do not live, for no one can understand what they do not see first hand. His mother and father always taught him never to lie, this was especially important for the sort of relationship those two had and it was obvious, there was no room for lies and any hint of a lie could mean disaster.
His mother would always make note to point out liars and tell Tima to pay attention to these stories they tell and watch what happens when it finally caught up. This occurred several times as he was growing into his teens, Men would lie to women about anything and everything trying to impress, and when they got caught up most were left embarrassed, or the really bad liars had drink in their lap instead of the warm body of a woman. There was one lie in Tima's life however that sticks out in his memory, one that leads him to label all liars as vile creatures to this day, but that tale comes at the end of this portion of his life.
During his early teens Arantima fell in with a rowdy bunch of hooligans that when they were younger were mostly just a playful bunch of wrestlers that got into trouble on accident. A broken window there, a crushed basket there, nothing ever on purpose but always as a result of a fight gone wrong between the boys. Tima quickly learned how to brawl while running around with his little gang, and eventually got pretty good at it being able to take on two or three of his friends at once. He Took a Job at the age of 15 working for the Shop owner as a Stock boy and errand runner, fetching orders and delivering to people when needed and the like. His Life as a mortal was short, but for what it was he would consider it a happy mortal life, his mother loved him, his father made sure they never starved, and though comparably poor to those living in a larger city he was comfortable. The question of the Lie that earned such Ire, is the lie that lead to his death.
His little gang of friends had recently gotten a new member, a lone orphan boy left here by travelling traders. The new boy was dangerous, he liked to break things and run away laughing at the misfortune he caused, and he was good enough at fighting that he could take on Tima and two of Tima's friends at once and win handily. The night of Tima's birthday this new boy said he had a gift for Tima and told him to meet him out behind his house late at night. What Tima Saw was.. Not too surprising as he had the misfortune of walking upon his mother with men before, but this time it was the new boy. When Tima Turned around the boy put a knife to Chinua's neck and Told Tima to stay and watch or his mother would die. Tima Stood and Stared Silent, his rage evident on his face and yet that rage seemed to whither as the moments passed leaving a passive visage on his face. When The new boy had finished with Tima's mother, He cut her throat and left her dieing on the ground as the boy stood laughing, Telling Tima "Happy Birthday, half-breed". He twitched and grinned, and as the new boy dove upon Tima and started stabbing him relentlessly Tima saw a Black creature with a mask standing over his mothers body, and it appeared to be laughing.
The Last words that went through Tima's mind before he passed on and left his body "He said.. She would live.. if I.. Watched.. LIAR"
Life in the Rukongai Age 17 to 720
Arantima had either a stroke of luck or a stroke of misfortune in the circumstances of his death. He was found by a Shinigami who was sent to hunt down the Hollow that played a part in his mothers death. The Hollow that was responsible for the death of his mother and himself had the power to whisper to weaker spiritually aware humans and make them perform heinous acts, in hopes to create a hollow soul to feed off of in the future. The Hollow had already devoured his Mother by the time The Shinigami reached Arantima as a plus, the Shinigami cleansed the Hollow and brought Arantima to the soul society through Konso. He was filed and sent to his place as all souls are, sent off to the 33rd West Rukon district.
He somehow knew they were something that was only meant to belong to him, and so he never sold it even when he was looking for food. For a long while he was left be, making a living by offering labor in exchange for lodging when possible, staying outside when it wasn't. For Fifty years he felt strange no longer needing to eat, looking at food with a familiar gaze and not feeling his stomach twinge in hunger even the slightest. After his first Fifty years he encountered his first Shinigami patrol, headed out towards the 45th to deal with a disturbance call from out in that area. He was brushed passed by a member of division 1 and suddenly fell straight to his knees holding his stomach almost in pain as sweat ran down his head. He was out of the way enough that no one noticed but as soon as he was capable of standing he quickly bought up as much food as possible and ate every scrap of it panting after he was done.
From that point forward he held his dusters a bit closer, he felt something different about them and himself, unable to quite tell what it was. He listened more closely however when he heard people talking of the Shinigami, eventually learning of the academy. He didn't know what it was, but he felt a rumble in his core whenever he whispered the title of Shinigami, something that drove him onwards, something that echoed in his deepest core. He found himself a nice secluded spot in a less populated area of the 33rd West district, a place with a large tree thicker then he was broad. This place came to be his home, his training grounds and a place known as "Doragonzutsurī" Or "The Dragons Tree", because if you came within ear shot the tree always seemed to be roaring, when in fact it was simply Tima striking it and grunting and groaning as he did so. He found that as a Spirit he had little else better to do, train and get stronger, become more fit and able to do what he needed when he needed.
This daily training, or simplistic striking a tree with the same punches and jabs went on for nearly 15 years. short three day breaks were taken to go find simple labour work to pay for food when he felt the need to eat from getting over hungry due to draining his spirit energy with constant strain. His 75th year in the Rukongai district was met with a strange day, almost the day of his birthday, maybe a week early or late, he couldn't recall at this point anymore. A Man showed up in the morning, an elderly man caressing the soft, worn section of wood on the tree that had grown and been shaped away from Tima's beating. The man was dressed in the traditional Shinigami Kimono and Hakama, occasionally looking down at Tima as he slept. When he woke up Tima greeted the man humbly and Asked him if he was in any sort of trouble, as he had only seen shinigami in an official capacity before. The man simply smiled and patted the tree a few times before leaving a scroll at the base and walking away.
The scroll held the secrets to the Next portions or Tima's training, it was small but hard, and led to his spiritual awakening. The scroll told him how to gather and utilize his spiritual pressure into a ball, creating a physical embodiment of his inner self. This training he thought impossible for the first few months, until he brought out a tiny grape sized ball of pure light. He Found that this training required him to eat much more often and so he Took it slow as food was a rare commodity for him to come by, alternating between his physical training and his new spiritual training. He continued this training for many years, still in seclusion still remembering that final night when he died, how he felt under the blade of that stabbing maniac.. Worthless and powerless, at the mercy of a liar.
When he turned 100 in his 83rd year of residence in the soul society, he decided to go and take the Shinigami Academy Entrance exam. The Examiner was that very same elderly Shinigami who had helped him and given him that scroll, this fact gave Tima Confidence. Sadly Tima failed his first Exam, the examiner helping him up after he collapsed from the strain and gave him a good pat on the shoulder, telling him he did well and to come back again soon. Tima left back to his tree which had grown amazingly large, and he looked at it for the first time in a long time he actually looked at the tree, watching how he had bent and shaped its growth over the years by beating it and wailing on it over and over, feeding his rage into each blow creating a gnarled twisted set of branches that shaped into a bursting flash of leaves. He sat at the bottom of the tree, his back resting gently against it and meditated, sitting motionless for three days straight before passing out completely. When he woke from that rest he found a plate of rice and sweet buns sitting for him but nothing else, no sign of a person in sight.
Fast forward about Three hundred years, Arantima is 400 years old and have been in the Rukongai for 383 years. His training has slowed down, as he had noticed a plateau forming and the assistance he had been receiving from the old man had dropped off rather suddenly about 25 years ago. By this time Tima has developed a sort of reputation for being the helpful "Good guy", being in the 33rd district the conditions aren't terrible, but on occasion you do get the random thug. If something started Tima had become the one to run to in his neighborhood if a Shinigami was busy or not around. One night in particular there was a fire, a bad fire in a popular tea house nearby and the entrance had been smashed down trapping people inside. Several of the locals ran off to contact the Seireitei and the kids went to find Tima. Tima was already on his way following the smoke when the children ran up on him. He knelt down and gave the ones he knew well a few hugs and told them it was all going to be OK as he ran down to the Tea house where people where already throwing buckets of water onto the flames.
Tima heard the screams and coughing from the inside and looked around for a way inside before looking to owner and apologizing as he started to wail his way through the side wall busting a hole open for people to run out of. Shortly after the Shinigami Arrived and had the fire under control, The found Tima sitting off to the side coughing gently covered in soot and ash. He talked with them a short while about what he knew about what happened, they were both surprised that he had opened that hole in the wall before they noted the knuckle dusters on his hands. He Told them he had taken and failed the Academy Entrance exam a long time ago and was going to take it again soon, they thanked him for his help and headed off to file their reports. Arantima took his time to recover and get settled in before heading back to the Seireitei and put his name in for the next Entrance exam, which he failed.. not as badly as he did last time, but he still failed. During his exam he was able to learn about the fate of his friend, they had barely exchanged 10 words but Tima considered him a friend. The old man who had been helping him died 25 years ago on a mission, killed by an Arancar that was not supposed to be on that mission.
The realization that even a Shinigami is able to die sparked something in him, something growled inside of his chest and told him that he needed to be stronger and just better. He took his score and pinned it to the tree when he returned to it, and stared at that tree and score as he conjured his spirit orb and held it, compressing it now. His new training was now to refine, on his own without the Academy he could do little more but his score reflected that he was much too unwieldy, his spirit energy was wavering and pulsing and not steady. He resolved himself to refining his releases and making his motions while brawling more tight and controlled. He took his time, and knew he was going to bring the absolute best to the Seireitei that he could, spending another 320 years refining himself, going as far as to go into the less civilized districts and testing himself against people who might actually be trying to kill him.
