Post by masa on Jun 4, 2008 21:45:00 GMT -5
Name: Ouwotsumeru Shirosai - *White Rhino the Checkmate King*
Nickname: White King
Age: 700+
Gender: Male
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: Academy Student
Personality: On and off the battle-field, Shirosai is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this shinigami. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, Shirosai 's fellow shimigami have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. Shirosai however could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, Shirosai will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy.
Without a clear cut plan of action, if a plan fails or when extremely angered however, Shirosai tends to be crass and acts more on instinct and fury then common sense, allowing his killer instinct to overwhelm his better judgment. When this happens, basking in the glory of combat, Shirosai loses all focus on anything but destruction until his thirst for battle has been quenched by the blood of his enemies.
Amongst his comrades, Shirosai is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but is not what you would call laid back either, Shirosai is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something. Shirosai is disgusted by laziness and stupidity; braggarts are also some of his least favorite people. Displaying any of these traits is likely to put you on Shirosai 's bad side. In this case, Shirosai is likely to be very rude or confrontational to the person he sees display them.
Enjoying his own company more than that of others, Shirosai, if one can get past his height and features, tends to fade into the background when in a group with other, louder shinigami. Allowing others to speak and reflect on what is being said rather than voice, his opinion unless strongly opposed to the actions suggested. If opposed, barring a direct order he will most likely weigh all decisions, unless he feels his is more just and righteous, Shirosai will not be swayed from his decision to not proceed.
Shirosai values his pride and honor as a warrior and still lives by the code of bushido. However, he is extremely loyal to himself and so much so, he places himself in danger far greater that he would any man, often times displaying feats much greater than those initially thought possible.
Description:
History: A cry could be heard rolling across the miles of countryside surrounding the Tsutake lands one of many clan territories in Japan over three hundred years ago. They emanated from a caravan heading to the central rural village away from the capitol, a new life had come into the world just a little too early to call the village its home. Yes Shirosai sure did make a grand and very loud entrance into the world. His parents were a young couple, kind and loving but also down on their luck for even after escaping some distress in whatever territory they came from they couldn’t land a job in the capitol and so had left, a young man who for all his knowledge in academics could not find a job and a barmaid who had been let go after she had become pregnant. Thus they were heading for the large village Tsutake for it had been said that despite their slum oriented structure they still required plenty of civilians to run businesses and so perhaps there was a life for them there. Of course it was during the wet months and a series of setbacks resulted in Shirosai being born on the road, regardless they were close and pulled into town not long after the birth. Unfortunately, Shirosai’s father Shinji would soon find that things were not going to change and his knowledge in math and physics was as useless to him here as it had been in the capitol, his wife Nema would find a job serving drinks as she had before but it was in no way enough to provide for the family. Thus do we begin down Shirosai’s early years that were ruled by the lifestyle his family was unfortunate enough to fall into, to this day, he remembers his parents with love but considers his memories with a bittersweet lens.
For the most part his early years were uninteresting as are most children’s but a few moments bare mention. For starters, his father never did find a job, they were able to buy a cheap hovel off his mother’s wages but never truly provide for themselves. Even day-to-day survival was only made possible by stale bread and defused ale, living in a house that could fall at any moment and never having luxuries. Regardless his father did what he could, teaching his son all of the things he knew though this often devolved into frustration for his son was much too young to understand most of it, yet he was the only one whom his father could divulge his knowledge to. Equally, his mother loved him but she had to work all day and into the late evening to even begin making enough to buy anything beyond the bare necessities, for they did want to provide for their child they just could not. At this time, neither of them was thinking of the religious communities that were set up even in this village. In fact, Shirosai’s parents wanted to get out of the village that was progressing closer and closer to annihilation thanks to the poor economy but they simply lacked the funds. Thus, it was at this time that Shinji used a massive sum to purchase a bow, a weapon he thought fitting for a young man he had been teaching heavy math to for it was a thinking man’s weapon. This lead to a long shouting match that became all too common a sight in the later years for the young Shirosai who some time after in life would find many of the surrounding neighbors remembered vividly for years as “That young couple who was always yelling at the top of their lungs” and pissed off quite a few. Regardless Shinji won out over Nema claiming that if they were going to be stuck here they might as well try to get their son accepted into the religious practices which if nothing else took good care of their members since they would never be able to push him into a decent profession otherwise unless they just sold him off to work under another. Nema did not like the idea of her son becoming a religious zealot who warred for some fake god but much preferred it to throwing him to the highest bidder.
Thus on the summer of his fifth birthday did Shinji begin teaching the boy how to use ranged weapons, most of them filthy leftovers discarded by real warriors. This did not go so well, for the boy himself was rather large since his parents had given every scrap they could get their hands on to him and was in no way trained, to top it off his father was no fighter and did not know the most basic of skills and was a terrible archer to boot, the one weapon he had thought might separate his son from the pack. Regardless they worked long and hard, and though any outside person, especially a trained warrior could have seen the futility in it all it did bring them closer and would infuse Shirosai with the drive he would latter develop to a fine point. For it was the summer, in the late afternoon that the first disaster in his life struck. He had gone out that day with his father to the market to buy food with some of the excess money they had made that month, due to this, his mother had been coming home earlier as of late and the last time he saw her she had been preparing dinner. They returned home and Brady had told Shirosai to head out to the makeshift firing range they had set up in the back of the house and they would go around and see who could come out on top. The next thing he knew his father had arrived and taken him away to where the local “law” enforcement HQ was centered, he would stay there that night while his father was taken away for questioning. They returned home the next day and his father told him to pack his things, this they did and they then moved out of the house and on to the street. Shirosai never could understand where his mother went but anytime he asked his father the man grew agitated until he would finally just tell the boy to shut up and so the boy grew hard to the subject himself, perhaps that and somewhere deep inside he had always understood his mothers position. He would find out many years later after he had joined the Nation what the whole story had been, his mother had not actually had her salary increased, she had been dealing opium with a large crime syndicate to make money on the side and had fallen into debt with them, so one day she had come home and promptly hung herself. Ironically the only thing that saved the boy and his father from the syndicate coming and collecting them as debt was the economy which they at one point had wanted to leave behind as its main members were killed during the infighting that occurred as many of the crime syndicates fought over what was left of the wealth in this country.
His father became a changed man after the incident for the obvious reasons (and the less so, like the fact that he knew the syndicate would come to claim the debt and unlike Shirosai would come to know in the future he would never know that they would be killed). He stopped training his son though Shirosai would continue without his help for he now had a dream and wanted to become a warrior, Brady became violent and loved to spend whatever money he could scrounge together on alcohol. During this period Shirosai picked up a job as a local delivery boy and it was perhaps this time itself, which actually prepared him for his future, he was no longer pampered and quickly lost his weight becoming thinner by the day, his job also began to shape him physically but most of all, though he had never thought the world a wonderful place, he like many protected children had still seen it through a honey glaze and now that was lifted. Life was hard and every bit of money he brought home from his job was hounded by his father into more drinks and more anger, and though he never took it out physically on Shirosai for that was not the kind of man he was he did yell quite often and tell him that he should just give up because he was useless and his dream was crap. At the time Shirosai had silently taken it but hated him for it, later he realized the trouble his father had been going through and would forgive him for it in his mind at least. This continued on and on for over a year till he was seven, all the while he trained with his weapons and despite no formal training he had developed his own understanding concerning them, he was already exceptional with the bow though he fired completely different from the general style and was well crafted in the blade even if he still had many exploitable forms. He and his father had been huddled under an abandoned storefront along the market street for ages now, they simply hid their things in a nearby alley during the day and nobody could say they were hurting anything. Thus Shirosai left for his job one day, he had to admit it could be much worse off for he could be one of those children being worked to death in the fabric or weapons industries that were becoming so productive thanks to the economy. By comparison his job was almost rainbows and kittens, the pay was not bad either and when Shirosai left later that evening, three weeks from his birthday he decided he would go spend it on some good food at the local grocery as his way of saying happy birthday to himself, may fathers wrath come as it may he thought. So leaving the deli many hours later and plenty satisfied he proceeded home to tell his father, whom he knew would be drunk beyond belief, how a vicious gang of criminals had stolen his money on the way home, he even thought about telling him they said they were going to be taking his money on a daily basis now for he knew his father who became more lethargic with every day would do nothing about it.
So did the second event to shape Shirosai life take place and this time it would send him down the path of a outcast warrior. Looking back at it now he was a fool for not noticing the signs, jaundice, itching, fatigue, confusion, it was all so blatantly obvious but perhaps a mixture of the child’s age and the fact that his father had been this way since his mothers “disappearance” had added to it, but still Shirosai beat himself up over it for years to come because as a boy who had lost one parent already you’d think he would have been more careful. After all it was not as if he hated his father, on the contrary even in his constantly drunken state, even when he was yelling at him, he still loved him because he realized that his father had tried so hard when he was younger. For he came home to his little hole in the wall, still happy as could be only to find his father leaning over the edge of the vacant stores counter. At first he just sighed because he thought his father had passed out and he was off the hook, then he noticed that his father was bending over in a puddle of his own throw-up and appeared to have soiled himself. At this the boy ran over to him and began shaking him vigorously but there was no response, he tried taking his pulse like he had seen so many medics do to patients in the neighborhood clinic but he had no practice and had no idea what he was really looking for. He began to call for help and try to move his father, hoping that he had just become unbelievably drunk and was passed out beyond belief but that’s when his father just dropped straight to the ground without a twitch on his part and his vacant eyes cast upward into the clear night sky. In the following days there was little fanfare over his fathers death, just another dead homeless man, just because he had a kid they did confirm that he had indeed died from liver failure and moreover acute renal failure as a complication over the years of drinking but other than that he was thrown in a bag and disappeared, likely burned like most of the homeless dead bodies in those days in one giant pit. Such was the way for the inglorious dead, but this was what set Shirosai off, though they had been kind enough to make these inquiries into his death for the kid they still had nowhere to put him and just threw him back on the street telling him to see if he could work something out with his employer. He would have none of that though, he returned to the shop and pulled away the loose board where he had hidden his weaponry in case of thieves, took the few arrows and rusty old blades he had and the next morning when the first priest at the temple showed up he was waiting on the doorstep.
Stats:
Reiatsu: 125/125
Strength: 100/125
Speed: 50/125 (55)/125
Endurance: 125/125
Attack: 75 (97)
Defense: 125 (144)
Auto Gain skills(leave blank)
Base Skills:
I: Insane Speed I
II: Defensive stance II
III: Aggression III boosts your attack stat by 25%
Zanpakuto name: Jadis
description:
Spirit Description: Jadisi is a true megalomaniac, the only thing bigger than her ego is Shirosai. While her personality takes on a more peccant persona, she in fact remains virtuous to her own fruitions, choosing the path that will lead her to the quickest possible outcome for her own volitions instead of taking a longer road. She speaks as if she is so above all, but she doesn’t speak in honorific titles or use the royal form of “we” but she does insist on being called Queen. There are only a few things in this world that Jadis despises the first and foremost is losing, her master. Shirosai. The second is guilty parties, a political woman, Jadis understands that everyone has goals and ambitions of their own, but once they cross Shirosai, if they survive, Jadis wishs makes sure they never regain their former glory.
Jadis plays on a very different realm, one of the minds. However, even her own mind has flaws, she lacks the willpower to dominate Shirosai, instead a near reverse is shown, if Shirosai wishes to be released, it is released. However, make no mistake Jadis is a genius of the highest caliber, not one of tinkering, or an inventor, but of political games, subtle inquiry and a brilliant tactician. Nevertheless, Shirosai is not bold and daring, unlike his zanpakuto, he is not courageous or resounding, unlike his zanpakuto; in fact he is timid and venerable to his zanpakuto’s daring visions and courageous attitude, while they are in constant contact, he is ever loyal to her wishes and dreams.
Sealed description:
Shikai description: Shirosai’s sword turns into a small wand like device, and he gains a White Crown on his head.
Abilities: (you only start with one)
Name: “Begin”
Description: A hazy mist forms in the image of four individuals. Four Pawns appear
Special effect: Each Pawn is ¼ the total strength of Shirosai, Shirosai doesn’t actually control them, they are manifestations of his zanpakuto spirit.
Bankai description:
Abilities:
Name:
Description:
Special effect:
Did you read the rules? I have read and will become familiar with the rules Sensei
[OCC: Reading over some of the stuff... I found it a bit confusing, perhaps if someone has time they could clarify things for me; I also looked at some apps, I understand I put more than necessary, but that is just how I am, please forgive]
Nickname: White King
Age: 700+
Gender: Male
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: Academy Student
Personality: On and off the battle-field, Shirosai is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this shinigami. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, Shirosai 's fellow shimigami have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. Shirosai however could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, Shirosai will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy.
Without a clear cut plan of action, if a plan fails or when extremely angered however, Shirosai tends to be crass and acts more on instinct and fury then common sense, allowing his killer instinct to overwhelm his better judgment. When this happens, basking in the glory of combat, Shirosai loses all focus on anything but destruction until his thirst for battle has been quenched by the blood of his enemies.
Amongst his comrades, Shirosai is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but is not what you would call laid back either, Shirosai is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something. Shirosai is disgusted by laziness and stupidity; braggarts are also some of his least favorite people. Displaying any of these traits is likely to put you on Shirosai 's bad side. In this case, Shirosai is likely to be very rude or confrontational to the person he sees display them.
Enjoying his own company more than that of others, Shirosai, if one can get past his height and features, tends to fade into the background when in a group with other, louder shinigami. Allowing others to speak and reflect on what is being said rather than voice, his opinion unless strongly opposed to the actions suggested. If opposed, barring a direct order he will most likely weigh all decisions, unless he feels his is more just and righteous, Shirosai will not be swayed from his decision to not proceed.
Shirosai values his pride and honor as a warrior and still lives by the code of bushido. However, he is extremely loyal to himself and so much so, he places himself in danger far greater that he would any man, often times displaying feats much greater than those initially thought possible.
Description:
History: A cry could be heard rolling across the miles of countryside surrounding the Tsutake lands one of many clan territories in Japan over three hundred years ago. They emanated from a caravan heading to the central rural village away from the capitol, a new life had come into the world just a little too early to call the village its home. Yes Shirosai sure did make a grand and very loud entrance into the world. His parents were a young couple, kind and loving but also down on their luck for even after escaping some distress in whatever territory they came from they couldn’t land a job in the capitol and so had left, a young man who for all his knowledge in academics could not find a job and a barmaid who had been let go after she had become pregnant. Thus they were heading for the large village Tsutake for it had been said that despite their slum oriented structure they still required plenty of civilians to run businesses and so perhaps there was a life for them there. Of course it was during the wet months and a series of setbacks resulted in Shirosai being born on the road, regardless they were close and pulled into town not long after the birth. Unfortunately, Shirosai’s father Shinji would soon find that things were not going to change and his knowledge in math and physics was as useless to him here as it had been in the capitol, his wife Nema would find a job serving drinks as she had before but it was in no way enough to provide for the family. Thus do we begin down Shirosai’s early years that were ruled by the lifestyle his family was unfortunate enough to fall into, to this day, he remembers his parents with love but considers his memories with a bittersweet lens.
For the most part his early years were uninteresting as are most children’s but a few moments bare mention. For starters, his father never did find a job, they were able to buy a cheap hovel off his mother’s wages but never truly provide for themselves. Even day-to-day survival was only made possible by stale bread and defused ale, living in a house that could fall at any moment and never having luxuries. Regardless his father did what he could, teaching his son all of the things he knew though this often devolved into frustration for his son was much too young to understand most of it, yet he was the only one whom his father could divulge his knowledge to. Equally, his mother loved him but she had to work all day and into the late evening to even begin making enough to buy anything beyond the bare necessities, for they did want to provide for their child they just could not. At this time, neither of them was thinking of the religious communities that were set up even in this village. In fact, Shirosai’s parents wanted to get out of the village that was progressing closer and closer to annihilation thanks to the poor economy but they simply lacked the funds. Thus, it was at this time that Shinji used a massive sum to purchase a bow, a weapon he thought fitting for a young man he had been teaching heavy math to for it was a thinking man’s weapon. This lead to a long shouting match that became all too common a sight in the later years for the young Shirosai who some time after in life would find many of the surrounding neighbors remembered vividly for years as “That young couple who was always yelling at the top of their lungs” and pissed off quite a few. Regardless Shinji won out over Nema claiming that if they were going to be stuck here they might as well try to get their son accepted into the religious practices which if nothing else took good care of their members since they would never be able to push him into a decent profession otherwise unless they just sold him off to work under another. Nema did not like the idea of her son becoming a religious zealot who warred for some fake god but much preferred it to throwing him to the highest bidder.
Thus on the summer of his fifth birthday did Shinji begin teaching the boy how to use ranged weapons, most of them filthy leftovers discarded by real warriors. This did not go so well, for the boy himself was rather large since his parents had given every scrap they could get their hands on to him and was in no way trained, to top it off his father was no fighter and did not know the most basic of skills and was a terrible archer to boot, the one weapon he had thought might separate his son from the pack. Regardless they worked long and hard, and though any outside person, especially a trained warrior could have seen the futility in it all it did bring them closer and would infuse Shirosai with the drive he would latter develop to a fine point. For it was the summer, in the late afternoon that the first disaster in his life struck. He had gone out that day with his father to the market to buy food with some of the excess money they had made that month, due to this, his mother had been coming home earlier as of late and the last time he saw her she had been preparing dinner. They returned home and Brady had told Shirosai to head out to the makeshift firing range they had set up in the back of the house and they would go around and see who could come out on top. The next thing he knew his father had arrived and taken him away to where the local “law” enforcement HQ was centered, he would stay there that night while his father was taken away for questioning. They returned home the next day and his father told him to pack his things, this they did and they then moved out of the house and on to the street. Shirosai never could understand where his mother went but anytime he asked his father the man grew agitated until he would finally just tell the boy to shut up and so the boy grew hard to the subject himself, perhaps that and somewhere deep inside he had always understood his mothers position. He would find out many years later after he had joined the Nation what the whole story had been, his mother had not actually had her salary increased, she had been dealing opium with a large crime syndicate to make money on the side and had fallen into debt with them, so one day she had come home and promptly hung herself. Ironically the only thing that saved the boy and his father from the syndicate coming and collecting them as debt was the economy which they at one point had wanted to leave behind as its main members were killed during the infighting that occurred as many of the crime syndicates fought over what was left of the wealth in this country.
His father became a changed man after the incident for the obvious reasons (and the less so, like the fact that he knew the syndicate would come to claim the debt and unlike Shirosai would come to know in the future he would never know that they would be killed). He stopped training his son though Shirosai would continue without his help for he now had a dream and wanted to become a warrior, Brady became violent and loved to spend whatever money he could scrounge together on alcohol. During this period Shirosai picked up a job as a local delivery boy and it was perhaps this time itself, which actually prepared him for his future, he was no longer pampered and quickly lost his weight becoming thinner by the day, his job also began to shape him physically but most of all, though he had never thought the world a wonderful place, he like many protected children had still seen it through a honey glaze and now that was lifted. Life was hard and every bit of money he brought home from his job was hounded by his father into more drinks and more anger, and though he never took it out physically on Shirosai for that was not the kind of man he was he did yell quite often and tell him that he should just give up because he was useless and his dream was crap. At the time Shirosai had silently taken it but hated him for it, later he realized the trouble his father had been going through and would forgive him for it in his mind at least. This continued on and on for over a year till he was seven, all the while he trained with his weapons and despite no formal training he had developed his own understanding concerning them, he was already exceptional with the bow though he fired completely different from the general style and was well crafted in the blade even if he still had many exploitable forms. He and his father had been huddled under an abandoned storefront along the market street for ages now, they simply hid their things in a nearby alley during the day and nobody could say they were hurting anything. Thus Shirosai left for his job one day, he had to admit it could be much worse off for he could be one of those children being worked to death in the fabric or weapons industries that were becoming so productive thanks to the economy. By comparison his job was almost rainbows and kittens, the pay was not bad either and when Shirosai left later that evening, three weeks from his birthday he decided he would go spend it on some good food at the local grocery as his way of saying happy birthday to himself, may fathers wrath come as it may he thought. So leaving the deli many hours later and plenty satisfied he proceeded home to tell his father, whom he knew would be drunk beyond belief, how a vicious gang of criminals had stolen his money on the way home, he even thought about telling him they said they were going to be taking his money on a daily basis now for he knew his father who became more lethargic with every day would do nothing about it.
So did the second event to shape Shirosai life take place and this time it would send him down the path of a outcast warrior. Looking back at it now he was a fool for not noticing the signs, jaundice, itching, fatigue, confusion, it was all so blatantly obvious but perhaps a mixture of the child’s age and the fact that his father had been this way since his mothers “disappearance” had added to it, but still Shirosai beat himself up over it for years to come because as a boy who had lost one parent already you’d think he would have been more careful. After all it was not as if he hated his father, on the contrary even in his constantly drunken state, even when he was yelling at him, he still loved him because he realized that his father had tried so hard when he was younger. For he came home to his little hole in the wall, still happy as could be only to find his father leaning over the edge of the vacant stores counter. At first he just sighed because he thought his father had passed out and he was off the hook, then he noticed that his father was bending over in a puddle of his own throw-up and appeared to have soiled himself. At this the boy ran over to him and began shaking him vigorously but there was no response, he tried taking his pulse like he had seen so many medics do to patients in the neighborhood clinic but he had no practice and had no idea what he was really looking for. He began to call for help and try to move his father, hoping that he had just become unbelievably drunk and was passed out beyond belief but that’s when his father just dropped straight to the ground without a twitch on his part and his vacant eyes cast upward into the clear night sky. In the following days there was little fanfare over his fathers death, just another dead homeless man, just because he had a kid they did confirm that he had indeed died from liver failure and moreover acute renal failure as a complication over the years of drinking but other than that he was thrown in a bag and disappeared, likely burned like most of the homeless dead bodies in those days in one giant pit. Such was the way for the inglorious dead, but this was what set Shirosai off, though they had been kind enough to make these inquiries into his death for the kid they still had nowhere to put him and just threw him back on the street telling him to see if he could work something out with his employer. He would have none of that though, he returned to the shop and pulled away the loose board where he had hidden his weaponry in case of thieves, took the few arrows and rusty old blades he had and the next morning when the first priest at the temple showed up he was waiting on the doorstep.
Stats:
Reiatsu: 125/125
Strength: 100/125
Speed: 50/125 (55)/125
Endurance: 125/125
Attack: 75 (97)
Defense: 125 (144)
Auto Gain skills(leave blank)
Base Skills:
I: Insane Speed I
II: Defensive stance II
III: Aggression III boosts your attack stat by 25%
Zanpakuto name: Jadis
description:
Spirit Description: Jadisi is a true megalomaniac, the only thing bigger than her ego is Shirosai. While her personality takes on a more peccant persona, she in fact remains virtuous to her own fruitions, choosing the path that will lead her to the quickest possible outcome for her own volitions instead of taking a longer road. She speaks as if she is so above all, but she doesn’t speak in honorific titles or use the royal form of “we” but she does insist on being called Queen. There are only a few things in this world that Jadis despises the first and foremost is losing, her master. Shirosai. The second is guilty parties, a political woman, Jadis understands that everyone has goals and ambitions of their own, but once they cross Shirosai, if they survive, Jadis wishs makes sure they never regain their former glory.
Jadis plays on a very different realm, one of the minds. However, even her own mind has flaws, she lacks the willpower to dominate Shirosai, instead a near reverse is shown, if Shirosai wishes to be released, it is released. However, make no mistake Jadis is a genius of the highest caliber, not one of tinkering, or an inventor, but of political games, subtle inquiry and a brilliant tactician. Nevertheless, Shirosai is not bold and daring, unlike his zanpakuto, he is not courageous or resounding, unlike his zanpakuto; in fact he is timid and venerable to his zanpakuto’s daring visions and courageous attitude, while they are in constant contact, he is ever loyal to her wishes and dreams.
Sealed description:
Shikai description: Shirosai’s sword turns into a small wand like device, and he gains a White Crown on his head.
Abilities: (you only start with one)
Name: “Begin”
Description: A hazy mist forms in the image of four individuals. Four Pawns appear
Special effect: Each Pawn is ¼ the total strength of Shirosai, Shirosai doesn’t actually control them, they are manifestations of his zanpakuto spirit.
Bankai description:
Abilities:
Name:
Description:
Special effect:
Did you read the rules? I have read and will become familiar with the rules Sensei
[OCC: Reading over some of the stuff... I found it a bit confusing, perhaps if someone has time they could clarify things for me; I also looked at some apps, I understand I put more than necessary, but that is just how I am, please forgive]