Ikuze Jinri [NPC]
Jul 22, 2011 18:53:55 GMT -8
Post by sebastian on Jul 22, 2011 18:53:55 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name:
Ikuze Jinri
Gender:
Male
Age:
350
Faction:
Shinigami
Rank:
Sixth Seat of the Second Division
Reiatsu Color:
This color
Reiatsu Aura:
That sheer dumbfoundedness that someone can be that stupid and still unLiving....
Appearance:
Short, fat, bald, and always sporting some sort of bruising.
Personality:
Irreverent. Loud. Obsessive. Lacking in the brains department. Prone to rambling on about nonsensical things. Remembers the oddest things... like a sponge.
Fears cats.
History:
Jinri grew up normally in the human realm, where he was slain by a hollow one day on a very long and boring walk for no reason at all, but not before seeing a Man in Black. In the few minutes between his death and rebirth as a Plus, when the battle raged between Shinigami and Hollow, his final thoughts were of pure worship. As his soul finally extricated itself, he was met with the ultimate reward: Konso. He was all blabbery and brimming over with gratitude and sheer awe before the hilt of the Silent Shinigami connected square between Jinri's eyes.
Fortunately for Jinri, he awoke in none other than the nineteenth district of Rukongai, forgetting all of his past, save his most recent memory: that of the Silent Shinigami. He questioned anyone who would look at him about those pesky, elusive Men in Black, until someone finally told him all about them in hopes of ridding herself of Jinri's incessant questioning.
Unfortunately, this only tied her to him, and she had to put up with him for a long, long time. Finally, she had enough and kicked him out on his derriere, demanding that he not come back until he stopped whining or found something to eat -- he had, throughout his meaningless wanderings, encountered his own brand of reiatsu, though he never quite understood why or how.
Jinri had, during the only profound wandering session, found the name of his Savior, his Knight in Black Armor, and had started calling himself "Ikuze" in his honor. Luckily, the real Shinigami had no knowledge to this and lived long until a Hollow would cleave him in two with a single claw. It was during this same profound session that the finding of the Self came about, and all of his broken pieces.
Jinri-turned-Ikuze didn't care, not at all, that his mind was in shambles, oh no; instead, he had to figure out how to pull his Inner Core, his reiatsu, out into the open so he could get in and follow the real Ikuze instead of some batshit insane woman.
It drew on and on and on, he thought it would never happen. One day, though, a day marked in infamy for the rest of the Shinigami, he spotted two kids, kids!!, and watched them as they formed balls, balls!! of reiatsu. He was flabbergasted, and restricted himself to staring at a distance.
He managed to gather the concept easily enough after the kids had done it a few times total. Ikuze sneaked off and began the process of extricating himself from, well, himself. The first failed epically, as did the second, third, fourth, and up to the eighteenth attempt. He was exhausted, understandably, and consequentially passed out.
In his dreams, he was chased by a massive, giant snowman off all things. The snowman told him to stop and dance, and Ikuze woke with a start. But he realized, as the snowman was chasing him, that he needed to do something unbelievably profound if he needed to draw out his reiatsu.
So he sneezed, and his fingers tingled. This of course meant nothing at all, as any decent Shinigami-in-Training would know, but Ikuze, for all his gullibility, thought it did. And his training progressed, focused on the tingling in his fingers until it managed to travel up his arms and down his chest and into his legs and feet, bypassing his private parts. (Which was a good thing; he wasn't quite sure how he'd react to that particular sensation "down there.")
Eventually, he managed to actually grasp his reiatsu and pull it out from his innards, so it felt. Hollering in joy, he let the orb, misshapen as it was, disintegrate and reabsorb into himself before doing it again and again. It came easier and easier each time, and he proudly marched up to those Men in Black and demanded they let him into the White City so he could find his Knight.
They laughed in his face, but humored him anyway; they were fully dismayed when they let him in and lead him directly to the Shinigami Academy. There, after a gruelling entrance exam and much protesting, Ikuze was finally granted access, and his years in the academy began.
Six years he spent in that hellhole. Six years of not studying, not paying attention and cramming for exams and managing to pass them flawlessly, much to everyone's surprise. Even his final practical, where he nearly got his entire team killed by hiding the entire time.
Luckily, he managed to survive and pass. Upon graduation, he was challenged again, this time by a rather large and scary-looking man, who merely clonked him on the head and knocked him out.
He awoke in a very dark, very unnerving twisted forest to the sound of rustling. Fearing the worst, he leapt to his feet, only to find himself nose-to-nose with a massive black horse. Ikuze screamed, a very girlish sound, and leapt backwards, turning to run. He managed to get a good distance between him and the startling beast, only to trip over a protruding log and fall flat on his scarred face. After that nasty tumble, he rose and ran off again, only making a few strides before coming face to face with a very nasty version of himself.
This scream was strangled, lost in the misshapen fog, as the equine charge the double, intervening and, as Ikuze would later recount, saving his hide. Ikuze retreated and hid behind a medium-close nearby tree, keeping his distance between the battling horse and Freaky-Jinri.
The Freaky-Jinri submitted and ran off after a few nail-biting moments, and slowly, ever so slowly, Ikuze peered out from his little niche. He didn't scream as his face was enveloped into the steam from the horse's exhale, but he did meep and dive backwards.
Again, he tripped and fell, this time toppling over and down a small incline. There were two of those Freaky-Jinri's this time, both pretty damn intent on, as Ikuze would once more recount, eating his brains. He ran about in circles, flailing and crying and nearly wetting himself before crashing headlong into the black beast that had saved him just minutes prior.
Ikuze dove under and hid between the horse's front legs. The Freaky-Jinris stayed back from the horse; the real Jinri, Ikuze, had noticed this finally and realized that the horse was good and that the Freaky-Hims were bad news.
After a few hours, the Freaky-Hims wandered off, and Ikuze crawled out from his spot. He stayed still as the horse looked at him with deep, deep eyes. It lowered its massive head while still looking at Ikuze, then bowed.
Then it spoke, and Ikuze actually did wet himself. It said, "Welcome, Jinri, to your new home."
Jinri didn't believe this, and as it opened his mouth to combat the statement when the horse snorted. "No, this is your world, silly boy, and I reside within you. I protect you."
Again, Jinri was dumbfounded, and he just stared. "I am your Zanpakutō Spirit. You have to do something for me." Upon seeing the continuous blank stare, the horse continued. "In order to wield me, Jinri, you have to climb back up the hill, by yourself." And without giving Jinri time to react, the horse turned around and waltzed, metaphorically, up the hill.
Immediately, the Freaky-Jinris came back and crowded the tearful Ikuze. He scrambled up the hill after his Spirit, kicking and fighting against grabbing hands and branches. It was a long and difficult ordeal, akin to pulling out his reiatsu for the entrance to the academy.
Only, sneezing wouldn't help in this task; somehow, Jinri knew, deep down in that foggy brain of his, that that funky horse wouldn't allow that. And so his trek continued, slipping, sliding, kicking and all. It seemed like minutes and hours and seconds to him, all at once, but he made it to the top. He approached a silvery, shimmery patch of fog, the same color the horse seemed to stay to, thinking he'd find the horse lying down.
Instead, he found an ugly, brown tanto. Intrigued, he picked it up and found himself awake, in the medical ward.
Apparently, he had been out for quite some time; all his classmates had gone and found divisions to belong to and left him in the dark, scary woods, all alone. It was then that an administrative official approached him, and said that, regardless of his personal wishes, Ikuze would be assigned to the Second Division as a minor guard.
He was unceremoniously hefted and hauled out of his nice and comfy bed and dumped into the lobby of the Second Divison following that particular conversation. He spent the next several decades or so years doing whatever he was told to out of fear of some stigma that had been ingrained into his nut-sized brain until his most current promotion to Sixth Seat for a job well done. That was handled personally by a red-haired fukutaichou, a man whom, upon first sight, Ikuze Jinri vowed to follow until either of their demise.
And considering the, ah, fervency in which Ikuze Jinri holds his superior in high regard, the chance of an ill-fated death was high... for him.
Name:
Ikuze Jinri
Gender:
Male
Age:
350
Faction:
Shinigami
Rank:
Sixth Seat of the Second Division
Reiatsu Color:
This color
Reiatsu Aura:
That sheer dumbfoundedness that someone can be that stupid and still unLiving....
Appearance:
Short, fat, bald, and always sporting some sort of bruising.
Personality:
Irreverent. Loud. Obsessive. Lacking in the brains department. Prone to rambling on about nonsensical things. Remembers the oddest things... like a sponge.
Fears cats.
History:
Jinri grew up normally in the human realm, where he was slain by a hollow one day on a very long and boring walk for no reason at all, but not before seeing a Man in Black. In the few minutes between his death and rebirth as a Plus, when the battle raged between Shinigami and Hollow, his final thoughts were of pure worship. As his soul finally extricated itself, he was met with the ultimate reward: Konso. He was all blabbery and brimming over with gratitude and sheer awe before the hilt of the Silent Shinigami connected square between Jinri's eyes.
Fortunately for Jinri, he awoke in none other than the nineteenth district of Rukongai, forgetting all of his past, save his most recent memory: that of the Silent Shinigami. He questioned anyone who would look at him about those pesky, elusive Men in Black, until someone finally told him all about them in hopes of ridding herself of Jinri's incessant questioning.
Unfortunately, this only tied her to him, and she had to put up with him for a long, long time. Finally, she had enough and kicked him out on his derriere, demanding that he not come back until he stopped whining or found something to eat -- he had, throughout his meaningless wanderings, encountered his own brand of reiatsu, though he never quite understood why or how.
Jinri had, during the only profound wandering session, found the name of his Savior, his Knight in Black Armor, and had started calling himself "Ikuze" in his honor. Luckily, the real Shinigami had no knowledge to this and lived long until a Hollow would cleave him in two with a single claw. It was during this same profound session that the finding of the Self came about, and all of his broken pieces.
Jinri-turned-Ikuze didn't care, not at all, that his mind was in shambles, oh no; instead, he had to figure out how to pull his Inner Core, his reiatsu, out into the open so he could get in and follow the real Ikuze instead of some batshit insane woman.
It drew on and on and on, he thought it would never happen. One day, though, a day marked in infamy for the rest of the Shinigami, he spotted two kids, kids!!, and watched them as they formed balls, balls!! of reiatsu. He was flabbergasted, and restricted himself to staring at a distance.
He managed to gather the concept easily enough after the kids had done it a few times total. Ikuze sneaked off and began the process of extricating himself from, well, himself. The first failed epically, as did the second, third, fourth, and up to the eighteenth attempt. He was exhausted, understandably, and consequentially passed out.
In his dreams, he was chased by a massive, giant snowman off all things. The snowman told him to stop and dance, and Ikuze woke with a start. But he realized, as the snowman was chasing him, that he needed to do something unbelievably profound if he needed to draw out his reiatsu.
So he sneezed, and his fingers tingled. This of course meant nothing at all, as any decent Shinigami-in-Training would know, but Ikuze, for all his gullibility, thought it did. And his training progressed, focused on the tingling in his fingers until it managed to travel up his arms and down his chest and into his legs and feet, bypassing his private parts. (Which was a good thing; he wasn't quite sure how he'd react to that particular sensation "down there.")
Eventually, he managed to actually grasp his reiatsu and pull it out from his innards, so it felt. Hollering in joy, he let the orb, misshapen as it was, disintegrate and reabsorb into himself before doing it again and again. It came easier and easier each time, and he proudly marched up to those Men in Black and demanded they let him into the White City so he could find his Knight.
They laughed in his face, but humored him anyway; they were fully dismayed when they let him in and lead him directly to the Shinigami Academy. There, after a gruelling entrance exam and much protesting, Ikuze was finally granted access, and his years in the academy began.
Six years he spent in that hellhole. Six years of not studying, not paying attention and cramming for exams and managing to pass them flawlessly, much to everyone's surprise. Even his final practical, where he nearly got his entire team killed by hiding the entire time.
Luckily, he managed to survive and pass. Upon graduation, he was challenged again, this time by a rather large and scary-looking man, who merely clonked him on the head and knocked him out.
He awoke in a very dark, very unnerving twisted forest to the sound of rustling. Fearing the worst, he leapt to his feet, only to find himself nose-to-nose with a massive black horse. Ikuze screamed, a very girlish sound, and leapt backwards, turning to run. He managed to get a good distance between him and the startling beast, only to trip over a protruding log and fall flat on his scarred face. After that nasty tumble, he rose and ran off again, only making a few strides before coming face to face with a very nasty version of himself.
This scream was strangled, lost in the misshapen fog, as the equine charge the double, intervening and, as Ikuze would later recount, saving his hide. Ikuze retreated and hid behind a medium-close nearby tree, keeping his distance between the battling horse and Freaky-Jinri.
The Freaky-Jinri submitted and ran off after a few nail-biting moments, and slowly, ever so slowly, Ikuze peered out from his little niche. He didn't scream as his face was enveloped into the steam from the horse's exhale, but he did meep and dive backwards.
Again, he tripped and fell, this time toppling over and down a small incline. There were two of those Freaky-Jinri's this time, both pretty damn intent on, as Ikuze would once more recount, eating his brains. He ran about in circles, flailing and crying and nearly wetting himself before crashing headlong into the black beast that had saved him just minutes prior.
Ikuze dove under and hid between the horse's front legs. The Freaky-Jinris stayed back from the horse; the real Jinri, Ikuze, had noticed this finally and realized that the horse was good and that the Freaky-Hims were bad news.
After a few hours, the Freaky-Hims wandered off, and Ikuze crawled out from his spot. He stayed still as the horse looked at him with deep, deep eyes. It lowered its massive head while still looking at Ikuze, then bowed.
Then it spoke, and Ikuze actually did wet himself. It said, "Welcome, Jinri, to your new home."
Jinri didn't believe this, and as it opened his mouth to combat the statement when the horse snorted. "No, this is your world, silly boy, and I reside within you. I protect you."
Again, Jinri was dumbfounded, and he just stared. "I am your Zanpakutō Spirit. You have to do something for me." Upon seeing the continuous blank stare, the horse continued. "In order to wield me, Jinri, you have to climb back up the hill, by yourself." And without giving Jinri time to react, the horse turned around and waltzed, metaphorically, up the hill.
Immediately, the Freaky-Jinris came back and crowded the tearful Ikuze. He scrambled up the hill after his Spirit, kicking and fighting against grabbing hands and branches. It was a long and difficult ordeal, akin to pulling out his reiatsu for the entrance to the academy.
Only, sneezing wouldn't help in this task; somehow, Jinri knew, deep down in that foggy brain of his, that that funky horse wouldn't allow that. And so his trek continued, slipping, sliding, kicking and all. It seemed like minutes and hours and seconds to him, all at once, but he made it to the top. He approached a silvery, shimmery patch of fog, the same color the horse seemed to stay to, thinking he'd find the horse lying down.
Instead, he found an ugly, brown tanto. Intrigued, he picked it up and found himself awake, in the medical ward.
Apparently, he had been out for quite some time; all his classmates had gone and found divisions to belong to and left him in the dark, scary woods, all alone. It was then that an administrative official approached him, and said that, regardless of his personal wishes, Ikuze would be assigned to the Second Division as a minor guard.
He was unceremoniously hefted and hauled out of his nice and comfy bed and dumped into the lobby of the Second Divison following that particular conversation. He spent the next several decades or so years doing whatever he was told to out of fear of some stigma that had been ingrained into his nut-sized brain until his most current promotion to Sixth Seat for a job well done. That was handled personally by a red-haired fukutaichou, a man whom, upon first sight, Ikuze Jinri vowed to follow until either of their demise.
And considering the, ah, fervency in which Ikuze Jinri holds his superior in high regard, the chance of an ill-fated death was high... for him.
