Post by Payne Ookami on Aug 22, 2009 0:25:33 GMT -6
Name: Ookami,Payne
Gender: Female
Rank (Only fill this out if you want a spot in the Gotei 13 that is available.)
*Division:
*Seat: whatever is needed
Personality:
The first thing, anyone would notice about Payne is she gives off; “I’ll bite your head off “vibe. But she does not mean to give that vibe off, she just always has her head in space, day dreaming, but when she does day dream it seems as if she is glaring at anyone and everyone. She often day dreams, of peace, or sushi, or some cute guy who would find her attractive, for herself, not the fact they could be a creepy man, who’s into bestiality. She often is easily, taken out of her day dream like state, by the slightest of sounds.
The first thing all of her friends will speak of her is her loyalty and how trust worthy she is. She would take a hit for any of her friends, and stand up for her friends, even if it meant she would have to fight the whole arrancar army. She would rip off her own arm, if it meant for her own friends survival. Her trust seemed to speak more then her loyalty, her friend could have just killed some one, if she knew them long enough; she’d tell not a soul. She would hope that all of her friends would do the same for her.
She may not look like it, but Payne is easily hurt. She trust’s to easily, to the point she’d give her heart away to almost anyone, and that would always back fire on her, because when she is in love, she is in love, she’d kill all of her friends if it meant she’d protect the one she loved. Her love could be insane, and he would openly admit it, and she’d still deny the fact, and in the end, hurting herself. Because she is as loyal to her lover, as she is herself, she would not cheat, or change even after they left her. She’d fight away everything to alter the truth.
She is very intelligent. She can manipulate her way out of any stick situation, she is a strategist, and she can easily confuse, or trick whoever she wishes. Even if her plan, doesn’t go threw, she can easily change her plan, so she is hardly ever surprised, even if she is near death, she would put up calculations on how painful her death would be.
Appearance:
Payne is exactly, 5’10 including her ears, which add a foot. Her shoulders are extremely sleek, but filled will muscles, along her body, her bust is extremely huge, along her stomach are purple tiger strips, some very thin, to the point just above her thighs were they thicken up. She has small, several tails on her, that are the same color as her wolf ears, and silk like hair, sandy blonde, almost silver, with white tips. Her eye’s are forest green, and when she is having fun, resemble the eyes of a cat having fun with a mouse, under her eyes are two purple tiger strips, the one on the top, directly below her eyes is very thin, while the one on the bottom, right above her cheek is very thick. Her fingers are extremely slender, with long pointed claws, at the end of each tip, painted sakura pink.
She wears a giant shirt, which stops a few inches above her knees, a red shirt under her upper shirt, and it a white and red Kimono top, that seems to flow with in the wind, every wear she walks, the sleeves stop at her ankles, almost touching the ground, on her thighs are blood red ribbons, that seem to only be decorations, and she never wears shoes, just white socks, that never seem to get dirty, making her seem, soundless when she walks. She is always standing straight, and she seemed to always have two fans in her hands, if not she slips them on the ribbons on her thighs, to keep them there.
Zanpakutô Spirit: Her weapon’s manifestation is an orange wolf, which seems to always be surrounded by gusts of wind. It appears by her at times, when it is most needed, and most un needed, his name is Tsubasa, which means wings. He is about seven foot five, and he always has gusts of wind around his legs on his ankles there are small wings. He has light blue eyes, and on his forehead, is a leaf shaped eye ball, with yellow slits in each direction. His personality is short, even though he has great wisdom, he is quiet a prankster, often taking times where death could occur and turning it into a joke, always mocking the enemy, or Payne.
Tsubasa lives within her fans, and his world is quiet odd. The sky is orange, and it seems as if it is fall every day, down to the scent of it.
Sealed Zanpakutô : Her blades are her fans. They seem to have hooked blades at the end of them, like cat claws, with a click of them together, the fans have a black handle, and the thread of them seems unbreakable. They are green and white, and seem to have some sort of pattern on them; it is the outline of the manifestation of Tsubasa. If anyone else would try to grab the fans, they would seem about a ton, because they are able to manipulate their molecular compound with ease, in her hands they are as light as a feather, but since they are a self aware weapon, if they see someone else try to grab them they can weigh more then four tons.
Shikai Description: For her Shikai, Payne’s fans combine to become one giant one, that seems to have several spikes from it, and spikes going threw her hands, although the giant fan, she is oddly extremely quick, this is because the fan has the ability to convert the air into gusts of wind, that forms around the foot of her heels, and push her forward to run, the fan is extremely large, and it seems to be able to cut through any wall as if it was nothing.
Release: Dansez mes congés de destin ("Dance my leaves of fate")
Bankai: Her giant fan rips apart, to small red, leaf shaped kunai, that seemed to float around her, really the ribbon upon her thighs rips up, and entwines itself around her fingers, and connects to the what appears millions of levitating leaves. She is able to step upon the leaves, which seem to make her flying, and this could be an advantage. The sky seemed to grow darker, as this is summoned, and on the ground are thousands of red wolves, that seemed to be formed by the shadows, if hit into them, by Payne, they are bitten.
She is able to form a hurricane around herself, that sends the thousands of small leaves at them, but simply there are only two leaves, that move so quickly that it appears there are thousands, and could be quiet, intimidating, but if the person could get through the eye of the hurricane, they can defeat her, because she is not that good at fighting. The storm of leaves can only stop, when she wishes it too, so if she would be killed, the leaves would attack forever, to attempt to protect the corpse of their masters. And simply in that area, it would be forever like that, never changed, always appearing to be like fall.
History/Background: She lived her whole life studying to be a priestess of one of the most finest temples, and she got their, she did not know the temple had been associated with a mob, and she had been a victim of the temples own foolishness, the temple had owed the mob a great amount of money, and she did not know of, she had been the temples greatest Priestess, the most gorgeous of them all also. She had been a renounced exorcist, and that was her downfall.
It was fall, and her twentieth birthday, fall had been her favorite of all the years. All the colors mixing together, she had been asphyxiated with it all. So asphyxiated, she had not noticed the two large men behind her, and then suddenly she felt herself, staring down death. She had been chained too a wall, and orange dogs that looked emaciated, they cute through her shoulders, the men, her legs and stomach. The dogs suddenly going wild, she felt her body go rigid with the numbing sense of knowledge. She only smiled. “There is a heaven for me, and a hell for you.” She spoke, as she felt a pain through out her neck, them slicing it slightly. The cage the dogs were in, suddenly opened and they charged at her….
When she awoke, she had known where she had been, she had been a shinigami, a soul reaper, death so to speak. She took this as a gift from the gods, and she met some one, he had been an arrancar, and he did not attack her, he brought her to a woman, who had a black hair and coal eyes, a purple strand in front of her eyes. The woman’s named was Kyoko, the arrancar woman, told her of the war between Shinigami and Arrancars, she had shared a nice conversation between the woman and herself, of the war, and they both had found it quiet appalling, the woman then opened up a dark hole, and sent the woman threw it, sending her to be a Shinigami.
She spent her early life quick throughout the soul society, she was now strong enough to be a captain or in one of the divisions.
Roleplay Sample: Site:: Despair City
thread:: Angels deserve to die.
It was dark out, the clouds have swallowed the harvest moon, nothing could be seen, but the dimly lit street lights. The casual screams of those who we’re before sin and dying could be heard. Despair filled the air. A dog, much larger then any dog seen..no it wasn’t a dog, it was a large wolf, with human eyes, the tint of gold in them. They stared up to the building, a cross on there.
She stared up to the cathedral; her fur had been perched in anger, a low growl in her throat. How come inside I cry, when angels deserve to die… She thought acidly, then let out a howl of anger and she jumped onto the steps the clawing at the side of it as she did her best to tackle down the cross.
She continued to tackle it, before collapsing behind it. Her eyes going to the sky, as she slowly morphed into a woman, she had been beautiful, as if she fell from the heavens, which she did so long ago. She stayed on the ground, on her stomach; she had tackled the cross to the point bruise climbed up her arm, like a ladder. She panted softly, tears slowly drained out of her eyes, as it rained, so no one would know it was tears. But who would be up here?
”Father! Why have you forsaken me in your eyes? Forsaken me, in your thoughts?! Why have you forsaken me in your heart?! Why me! When millions of other angels deserved this fate! Angel’s Deserve to die!” She shouted as she slowly crawled to her feet and kicked at the cross, before falling on her back, it just wouldn’t fall. Her legs slowly slide up, so if she was sitting they’d be to her chest. Her ruised arm went over her eyes, for a thousand years..she’s killed a million petty souls..but she could never kill him. Her breathing became soft as she calmed down, for a million years..she could never forget the pain of betrayal. Was this how Lucifer felt? Did he miss the heavens,
She would have never acted like that if she was in front of her people, but she wasn’t she was alone. But Lucifer had feared her; why else would he tell her ex lord that this would be such a curse to her, she let out a shaky sigh. She loved her lord, but Lucifer was his favorite the morning star. A low growl exited her throat. But then he betrayed her, she was simply creating her own army. The words that her lord had told her before he cursed her were still floating in her head.
”False gods, create false angels.”
She wouldn’t die this time. Her eyes narrowed from under the cover of her arm, she would win; the angels would die, the demon’s would die those were her enemy, those we’re her people’s enemy. She would not die and leave them again. Never again. She would win this time, her hands curled into a fist.
Gender: Female
Rank (Only fill this out if you want a spot in the Gotei 13 that is available.)
*Division:
*Seat: whatever is needed
Personality:
The first thing, anyone would notice about Payne is she gives off; “I’ll bite your head off “vibe. But she does not mean to give that vibe off, she just always has her head in space, day dreaming, but when she does day dream it seems as if she is glaring at anyone and everyone. She often day dreams, of peace, or sushi, or some cute guy who would find her attractive, for herself, not the fact they could be a creepy man, who’s into bestiality. She often is easily, taken out of her day dream like state, by the slightest of sounds.
The first thing all of her friends will speak of her is her loyalty and how trust worthy she is. She would take a hit for any of her friends, and stand up for her friends, even if it meant she would have to fight the whole arrancar army. She would rip off her own arm, if it meant for her own friends survival. Her trust seemed to speak more then her loyalty, her friend could have just killed some one, if she knew them long enough; she’d tell not a soul. She would hope that all of her friends would do the same for her.
She may not look like it, but Payne is easily hurt. She trust’s to easily, to the point she’d give her heart away to almost anyone, and that would always back fire on her, because when she is in love, she is in love, she’d kill all of her friends if it meant she’d protect the one she loved. Her love could be insane, and he would openly admit it, and she’d still deny the fact, and in the end, hurting herself. Because she is as loyal to her lover, as she is herself, she would not cheat, or change even after they left her. She’d fight away everything to alter the truth.
She is very intelligent. She can manipulate her way out of any stick situation, she is a strategist, and she can easily confuse, or trick whoever she wishes. Even if her plan, doesn’t go threw, she can easily change her plan, so she is hardly ever surprised, even if she is near death, she would put up calculations on how painful her death would be.
Appearance:
Payne is exactly, 5’10 including her ears, which add a foot. Her shoulders are extremely sleek, but filled will muscles, along her body, her bust is extremely huge, along her stomach are purple tiger strips, some very thin, to the point just above her thighs were they thicken up. She has small, several tails on her, that are the same color as her wolf ears, and silk like hair, sandy blonde, almost silver, with white tips. Her eye’s are forest green, and when she is having fun, resemble the eyes of a cat having fun with a mouse, under her eyes are two purple tiger strips, the one on the top, directly below her eyes is very thin, while the one on the bottom, right above her cheek is very thick. Her fingers are extremely slender, with long pointed claws, at the end of each tip, painted sakura pink.
She wears a giant shirt, which stops a few inches above her knees, a red shirt under her upper shirt, and it a white and red Kimono top, that seems to flow with in the wind, every wear she walks, the sleeves stop at her ankles, almost touching the ground, on her thighs are blood red ribbons, that seem to only be decorations, and she never wears shoes, just white socks, that never seem to get dirty, making her seem, soundless when she walks. She is always standing straight, and she seemed to always have two fans in her hands, if not she slips them on the ribbons on her thighs, to keep them there.
Zanpakutô Spirit: Her weapon’s manifestation is an orange wolf, which seems to always be surrounded by gusts of wind. It appears by her at times, when it is most needed, and most un needed, his name is Tsubasa, which means wings. He is about seven foot five, and he always has gusts of wind around his legs on his ankles there are small wings. He has light blue eyes, and on his forehead, is a leaf shaped eye ball, with yellow slits in each direction. His personality is short, even though he has great wisdom, he is quiet a prankster, often taking times where death could occur and turning it into a joke, always mocking the enemy, or Payne.
Tsubasa lives within her fans, and his world is quiet odd. The sky is orange, and it seems as if it is fall every day, down to the scent of it.
Sealed Zanpakutô : Her blades are her fans. They seem to have hooked blades at the end of them, like cat claws, with a click of them together, the fans have a black handle, and the thread of them seems unbreakable. They are green and white, and seem to have some sort of pattern on them; it is the outline of the manifestation of Tsubasa. If anyone else would try to grab the fans, they would seem about a ton, because they are able to manipulate their molecular compound with ease, in her hands they are as light as a feather, but since they are a self aware weapon, if they see someone else try to grab them they can weigh more then four tons.
Shikai Description: For her Shikai, Payne’s fans combine to become one giant one, that seems to have several spikes from it, and spikes going threw her hands, although the giant fan, she is oddly extremely quick, this is because the fan has the ability to convert the air into gusts of wind, that forms around the foot of her heels, and push her forward to run, the fan is extremely large, and it seems to be able to cut through any wall as if it was nothing.
Release: Dansez mes congés de destin ("Dance my leaves of fate")
Bankai: Her giant fan rips apart, to small red, leaf shaped kunai, that seemed to float around her, really the ribbon upon her thighs rips up, and entwines itself around her fingers, and connects to the what appears millions of levitating leaves. She is able to step upon the leaves, which seem to make her flying, and this could be an advantage. The sky seemed to grow darker, as this is summoned, and on the ground are thousands of red wolves, that seemed to be formed by the shadows, if hit into them, by Payne, they are bitten.
She is able to form a hurricane around herself, that sends the thousands of small leaves at them, but simply there are only two leaves, that move so quickly that it appears there are thousands, and could be quiet, intimidating, but if the person could get through the eye of the hurricane, they can defeat her, because she is not that good at fighting. The storm of leaves can only stop, when she wishes it too, so if she would be killed, the leaves would attack forever, to attempt to protect the corpse of their masters. And simply in that area, it would be forever like that, never changed, always appearing to be like fall.
History/Background: She lived her whole life studying to be a priestess of one of the most finest temples, and she got their, she did not know the temple had been associated with a mob, and she had been a victim of the temples own foolishness, the temple had owed the mob a great amount of money, and she did not know of, she had been the temples greatest Priestess, the most gorgeous of them all also. She had been a renounced exorcist, and that was her downfall.
It was fall, and her twentieth birthday, fall had been her favorite of all the years. All the colors mixing together, she had been asphyxiated with it all. So asphyxiated, she had not noticed the two large men behind her, and then suddenly she felt herself, staring down death. She had been chained too a wall, and orange dogs that looked emaciated, they cute through her shoulders, the men, her legs and stomach. The dogs suddenly going wild, she felt her body go rigid with the numbing sense of knowledge. She only smiled. “There is a heaven for me, and a hell for you.” She spoke, as she felt a pain through out her neck, them slicing it slightly. The cage the dogs were in, suddenly opened and they charged at her….
When she awoke, she had known where she had been, she had been a shinigami, a soul reaper, death so to speak. She took this as a gift from the gods, and she met some one, he had been an arrancar, and he did not attack her, he brought her to a woman, who had a black hair and coal eyes, a purple strand in front of her eyes. The woman’s named was Kyoko, the arrancar woman, told her of the war between Shinigami and Arrancars, she had shared a nice conversation between the woman and herself, of the war, and they both had found it quiet appalling, the woman then opened up a dark hole, and sent the woman threw it, sending her to be a Shinigami.
She spent her early life quick throughout the soul society, she was now strong enough to be a captain or in one of the divisions.
Roleplay Sample: Site:: Despair City
thread:: Angels deserve to die.
It was dark out, the clouds have swallowed the harvest moon, nothing could be seen, but the dimly lit street lights. The casual screams of those who we’re before sin and dying could be heard. Despair filled the air. A dog, much larger then any dog seen..no it wasn’t a dog, it was a large wolf, with human eyes, the tint of gold in them. They stared up to the building, a cross on there.
She stared up to the cathedral; her fur had been perched in anger, a low growl in her throat. How come inside I cry, when angels deserve to die… She thought acidly, then let out a howl of anger and she jumped onto the steps the clawing at the side of it as she did her best to tackle down the cross.
She continued to tackle it, before collapsing behind it. Her eyes going to the sky, as she slowly morphed into a woman, she had been beautiful, as if she fell from the heavens, which she did so long ago. She stayed on the ground, on her stomach; she had tackled the cross to the point bruise climbed up her arm, like a ladder. She panted softly, tears slowly drained out of her eyes, as it rained, so no one would know it was tears. But who would be up here?
”Father! Why have you forsaken me in your eyes? Forsaken me, in your thoughts?! Why have you forsaken me in your heart?! Why me! When millions of other angels deserved this fate! Angel’s Deserve to die!” She shouted as she slowly crawled to her feet and kicked at the cross, before falling on her back, it just wouldn’t fall. Her legs slowly slide up, so if she was sitting they’d be to her chest. Her ruised arm went over her eyes, for a thousand years..she’s killed a million petty souls..but she could never kill him. Her breathing became soft as she calmed down, for a million years..she could never forget the pain of betrayal. Was this how Lucifer felt? Did he miss the heavens,
She would have never acted like that if she was in front of her people, but she wasn’t she was alone. But Lucifer had feared her; why else would he tell her ex lord that this would be such a curse to her, she let out a shaky sigh. She loved her lord, but Lucifer was his favorite the morning star. A low growl exited her throat. But then he betrayed her, she was simply creating her own army. The words that her lord had told her before he cursed her were still floating in her head.
”False gods, create false angels.”
She wouldn’t die this time. Her eyes narrowed from under the cover of her arm, she would win; the angels would die, the demon’s would die those were her enemy, those we’re her people’s enemy. She would not die and leave them again. Never again. She would win this time, her hands curled into a fist.
