Post by Kenpachi Zaraki on May 3, 2010 18:50:13 GMT -5
Name: Kenpachi Zaraki
Nicknames / Alias: Kenpachi of Zaraki
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Spirit
Birth date: 19th November
Birthplace: Dstrict #80 of the North Alley of Rukongai
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Shinigami
Appearance:
Attire: Shinigami robes, Captain Haori, spiked hair with bells on the tips, reiatsu sealing eye-patch.
Weaknesses:
- Weakens self in battle to prolong the fight
- Unaware of Zanpakutos’ name
- Can be quite rash and reckless in some situations
- Focuses only on battles and rarely other aspects of life
- Follows own rules and not those of Soul Society
Spiritual Pressure: Stunning Spiritual Pressure
Total Stat Points:
Stats: 500
Strength: 80
Agility: 40
Speed: 35
Reflexes: 50
Charisma: 20
Intelligence: 30
Will: 60
Defense: 55
Stamina: 50
Endurance: 80
Equipment/Inventory: Zanpakuto
Squad: The 11th Division
Rank: Captain
Zanpakuto name: Unknown
Zanpakuto sheathed desciption: Unknown, since Kenpachis’ spirit power is so insane, it is impossible for him to seal his Zanpakuto, leaving it in a constant released state.
Zanpakuto spirit description: Unknown
Shikai appearance: The blade is much longer than that of a standard Zanpakutō, roughly the size of a nodachi with a guard that extends inward from its center similar to a shinai. The hilt is white although most of it is wrapped in bandages, as is his sword's sheath.
Shikai abilities: Unknown
Bankai description: None
Bankai abilities: None
Kido: Does not use
Nicknames / Alias: Kenpachi of Zaraki
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Spirit
Birth date: 19th November
Birthplace: Dstrict #80 of the North Alley of Rukongai
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Shinigami
Appearance:
Attire: Shinigami robes, Captain Haori, spiked hair with bells on the tips, reiatsu sealing eye-patch.
Weaknesses:
- Weakens self in battle to prolong the fight
- Unaware of Zanpakutos’ name
- Can be quite rash and reckless in some situations
- Focuses only on battles and rarely other aspects of life
- Follows own rules and not those of Soul Society
Spiritual Pressure: Stunning Spiritual Pressure
Total Stat Points:
Stats: 500
Strength: 80
Agility: 40
Speed: 35
Reflexes: 50
Charisma: 20
Intelligence: 30
Will: 60
Defense: 55
Stamina: 50
Endurance: 80
Equipment/Inventory: Zanpakuto
Squad: The 11th Division
Rank: Captain
Zanpakuto name: Unknown
Zanpakuto sheathed desciption: Unknown, since Kenpachis’ spirit power is so insane, it is impossible for him to seal his Zanpakuto, leaving it in a constant released state.
Zanpakuto spirit description: Unknown
Shikai appearance: The blade is much longer than that of a standard Zanpakutō, roughly the size of a nodachi with a guard that extends inward from its center similar to a shinai. The hilt is white although most of it is wrapped in bandages, as is his sword's sheath.
Shikai abilities: Unknown
Bankai description: None
Bankai abilities: None
Kido: Does not use
Bio:
A man who thrives in battle, lives for the excitement for the sword with no fear of death and pain, even with a bit of a sadistic nature; Kenpachi claims that injury and death is nothing more than the price one pays for having a good fight. Since he is a man whom loves to battle more than anything he tends to weaken himself in fights to make a battle more even, prolonging the enjoyment of the fight. However some can push him to his limit or even have a chance of defeating him which causes Kenpachi to show some respect towards them but quite the opposite to those he views as weaklings, seeing no reason to waste his time on fighting them, including those who he has beaten to the point where they can no longer fight as he feels he is not obligated to deliver the finishing blow to someone who can not even fight back. This being true, if the ‘weakling’ is persistent Kenpachi will not hesitate in cutting them down.
The 11th Division Captain also holds the view that fun and enjoyment comes before work, so if someone is snacking or napping, that is more important than fighting off enemies that may be attacking the human world. The likely exception to this is if the enemy is quite powerful and able to give himself some excitement fighting it instead, considering that is also a form of fun in his eyes. A comical aspect of Kenpachi is his lack of sense of direction, as he constantly looks to his Lt. for directions as she rides upon his shoulder though in truth she also has a very poor sense of direction usually leaving the pair running around in circles or lost somewhere random in times of crisis.
A born fighter with little else on his mind or of much importance to him with the few exceptions, the most important one being his Lt. Yachiru whom he has a somewhat father-daughter relationship with. Being born in the worst part of Soul Society, the most violent and dangerous Kenpachi was quick to learn the ways of battle and quite quickly become a force to be reckoned with in the districts of Rukongai. Much of his supposed early life was spent travelling and fighting wherever he could fight a good fight, having little else that interested him. That was until he came across a young pink haired girl whom had stumbled upon the remains of a blood battlefield he had recently taken part in. Being somewhat amazed by her resilience and lack of fear in his blade at such a young age, as well as relating to her lack of place in the world he decided to take her along with him on his journeys’, giving her the name Yachiru seeing as she was the only person he claimed to have ever admired. On the same day he gave himself the name Kenpachi, the title bestowed upon the strongest Shinigami in every generation, the one who has slain the most enemies and won the most battles. He cares deeply for the meaning of his name as well as others names due to the memory of the pain of lacking a name.
Through countless battles and fateful meetings, Kenpachi would soon challenge the Captain of the 11th Division of the Shinigami to a battle and defeat him with what was rumoured to be in one strike, and by the laws of the Gotei Thirteen Kenpachi was made the new Captain due to his success. The newly appointed Captain would then begin his grooming of the strongest Division in Soul Society with the assistance of Ikkaku and Yumichika, forming their own code of ethics, which is different from the rules and regulation of Soul Society.
RP Sample:
An explosion of dust and rubble flew from the 11th Divisions window, the ground shook rather violently at some kind of impact and a moment after the dust filled the sky a topless shinigami followed the direction, blood tricking down his forehead along with a broken training katana in his hand. The sounds of awe lingered in the division dojo as rows of shinigami knelt along the walls, mouths gaped open towards the man in the centre. With a stern stance the muscular man in the centre made a small ‘tch’ sound from the corner of his lips, his one eye lazily gazing towards the damaged window, the other covered by a black eye patch. With a training Katana resting over his shoulder and his topless form standing strongly, he was clearly no one else but the 11th Division Captain, Kenpachi Zaraki.
“When was my squad made up of pansies, eh?”
The Captain grunted sternly, the training Katana softly dabbing on his shoulder as his dark eyed lingered over the gather contents of the training session. He was not overly bothered about being too hard on them; this Division was still considered the strongest within Soul Society though usually they were called for the more dangerous missions. While being the strongest, they were also the most reckless and bloodthirsty, of course led by the most blood thirsty of them all. With a swift flick on the tall mans wrist, the tip of his Katana slammed into the dojo floor once more, the ground breaking from under the pressure of his power, the smoke dust cloud once again exploding around him.
“Next”
There was a sound of hesitation and nervous shuffling as Kenpachi called forth the next combatant. They may be the strongest Division, but they were no match for his strength, as widely spoken throughout the 11th Division; Kenpachi of Zaraki was the strongest and best swordsman there was, respectfully. Then again Kenpachi was never a fan of such training exercises himself, he usually had Ikkaku waste his time in this find of situation but unfortunately his 3rd seat was away on a mission. With a bored grumble, Kenpachi raised his training katana once more and spoke his next command.
“Whatever. All of you at once, sounds’ better to me.”
The Shinigami looked between each other at the Captains command but not long after they hopped to their feet as a group and charged towards the lone Captain, roaring their favourite battle cries, their katanas held in various battle forms.
Several moments later, the dojo was filled with the twitching and groaning forms of the 11th Division shinigami, the odd cough and mumble echoing in the sea of bruised bodies. Kenpachi stood in the centre, his own wooden blade once more in a downed position, one of his feet planted on the back of one of his men. A dulled gaze sauntered over his fallen men of boredom; they were nothing like Ichigo, who he longed to fight once more. That boy truly had taught him something, though many considered it a stale mate ending, Kenpachi saw his own defeat in that battlw; the first defeat he could recall to have had since he lifted his sword so long ago. Fighting alongside his Zanpakuto, that idea still puzzled him somewhat but he supposed something like that he could learn to understand in time as well as the name of his sword, he was well aware of the pain of not having a name. Though such times in the Rukonga were behind him now, he had never lost the mindset he once had and doubt he ever would or even wanted to lose it.
As his mind lingered back to previous thoughts of that battle, a familiar orange haired head popped into the window alongside that woman he had carried on his shoulder once more, followed by an almost completed question which seemed to be cut off by the sight in the dojo.
“Woah, Kenpachi, you don’t go easy on them at all…”
The Captains’ eyed settled on Ichigo, causing the substitute shinigami to blink in puzzlement, though only for a moment until a repeated event occurred. Kenpachi felt a flare brighten in his soul as he stuck his hand towards the door frame of the dojo.
“Yachiru!” He barked loudly, as the pinked haired Lt. peered from around the corner, flinging his Zanpakuto towards him.
“Enjoy yourself, Ken-chan!”
With a swift swing of his wrist the handle slapped into his grasp with the blade thrust in Ichigos’ direction.
“About time ya’ showed up Ichigo, finally time for our rematch!”
His grin was large, teeth brandished with his bloodthirsty excitement, however it was quickly toned down as he saw Ichigo running off in the far distance, waving his hand towards the Captain, bellowing back.
“No way, Kenpachi! See ya later”
The 11th Division Captain watched the retreating orange head for a moment, his expression bland, before suddenly roaring and busting through the window as he darted towards Ichigo. This always happened; he knew Ichigo was reluctant to fight him again, supposedly due to the view of the pair being friends now or some such. Though Kenpachi did not care much for that simply Icihgo was a good fight, an enjoyment to pass the time and there was no way he would let him get away, not this time! The taller shinigami chased the human for some time through the long passageways of Seireitei with his blade swinging and destroying various structures around them along with the shouts of how insane he was being shouted back from Ichigo. It was only a matter of time before Kenpachi stopped mid stream when Ichigo was out of sight. His eye looked about curiously down the various different paths, his previous excited expression replaced with an annoyed one.
“Shit…”
He mumbled.
“Lost again”