Rokujo Jira
Jul 25, 2010 16:10:45 GMT -8
Post by jira on Jul 25, 2010 16:10:45 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Rokujo Jira
Gender: Female
Age: 210
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: Unseated 4th division member
Reiatsu Color: Sunset Orange
Reiatsu Aura: A feeling of organization, that everything is in its place
Appearance:
A lean, tall creature coming in at about 5'10", she appears much taller than she is because her legs seem to go on for miles, a very definite and womanly feature on her body. Her skin is pale and soft, a trait caused by her preference to spend her days and nights inside studying, practicing, or doing her division duties. Her eyes are an orange that match her long hair, deep and warm colored despite her cool personality.
Personality:
In the bottom of a well, one feels utter coldness enclosing about their skin, brisk and unforgiving. This is an embodiment of Jira's personality. From the moment her icy, ambivalent stare rests its gaze upon a person, they can feel her disinterest in their very being. She contains no attachments to other people, only looking at them in an analytical sort of manner, a core ingredient in her personality. She dissects things around her, problems, situations, people, relationships, everything life has presented before her, with absolute scrutiny. In itself, the strange, bookworm character only seems to be able to interact comfortably with animals, and even in her own awkward way there is affection shown. Perhaps behind those orange cold eyes, buried deep in the core of the lanky woman is a passion no one has ever seen, only time can tell.
History:
Born into the lower middle class of Rukongai, Jira never knew her parents, left on the doorstep of a kind, elderly woman She lived quietly with the aged, fragile woman, spending day after day at the lady's side, learning to read and write. She also learned various Japanese traditions, like tea ceremony, playing the shamisen, and traditional dances. Those things pleased the elderly woman, as if she were passing her family heritage to her own granddaughter, and in a sense, Jira was her granddaughter, for that was the only family she ever knew, and so, the two lonely souls lived happily together for many, many quiet years..
By the time the old woman finally died, years, perhaps a hundred, had gone by with little occurrence. Now utterly alone, Jira was left with the question of what to do with her life. It was said that Shinigami were offered great opportunities, a place to grow and learn, and it was those factors that appealed to Jira. Intrigued at the idea of more knowledge at her fingertips, Jira applied to the Academy.
She had, at one time in her life during those awkward early years of a teen, she had felt a strange feeling awaken in her heart. It was vague, an indescribable energy that had begun to well up inside of her. Little did she know at the time that it was, in fact, the awakening of her Reiatsu. She was ignorant of it what it was exactly, until she described what she was feeling to her surrogate grandmother. The woman smiled, at that time, and explained to Jira that she had the potential to become a Shinigami. Those memories stuck in her mind for the rest of her life, even though they were pushed back and nearly forgotten until the elderly woman died, they where still there.
When she died, Jira remembered. Having no other particular options in her life, other than continuing the same, empty monotony that she felt when the woman passed, she went along and applied for the school. When she was finally accepted, she sold the belongings she could not take, and packed up her life, moving into the Academy dorms.
Classes came and went, along with years, and Jira was able to discover her likes and dislikes. She seemed to excel in the Kidō lessons, as well as swordsmanship and footwork, and her speed was fair due to her light frame and long legs. She had a steady hand and a clear mind, and as graduation came, she ended up joining the Fourth Division, an obvious choice for a girl of weak body.
Many more years rambled on as she remained an unseated, faceless division member, but she steadily worked to grow more skilled and knowledgeable. She not only believed that it was important to grow as a medic, but to be able to fight and defend herself, should the situation ever call for it.
Name: Rokujo Jira
Gender: Female
Age: 210
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: Unseated 4th division member
Reiatsu Color: Sunset Orange
Reiatsu Aura: A feeling of organization, that everything is in its place
Appearance:
A lean, tall creature coming in at about 5'10", she appears much taller than she is because her legs seem to go on for miles, a very definite and womanly feature on her body. Her skin is pale and soft, a trait caused by her preference to spend her days and nights inside studying, practicing, or doing her division duties. Her eyes are an orange that match her long hair, deep and warm colored despite her cool personality.
Personality:
In the bottom of a well, one feels utter coldness enclosing about their skin, brisk and unforgiving. This is an embodiment of Jira's personality. From the moment her icy, ambivalent stare rests its gaze upon a person, they can feel her disinterest in their very being. She contains no attachments to other people, only looking at them in an analytical sort of manner, a core ingredient in her personality. She dissects things around her, problems, situations, people, relationships, everything life has presented before her, with absolute scrutiny. In itself, the strange, bookworm character only seems to be able to interact comfortably with animals, and even in her own awkward way there is affection shown. Perhaps behind those orange cold eyes, buried deep in the core of the lanky woman is a passion no one has ever seen, only time can tell.
History:
Born into the lower middle class of Rukongai, Jira never knew her parents, left on the doorstep of a kind, elderly woman She lived quietly with the aged, fragile woman, spending day after day at the lady's side, learning to read and write. She also learned various Japanese traditions, like tea ceremony, playing the shamisen, and traditional dances. Those things pleased the elderly woman, as if she were passing her family heritage to her own granddaughter, and in a sense, Jira was her granddaughter, for that was the only family she ever knew, and so, the two lonely souls lived happily together for many, many quiet years..
By the time the old woman finally died, years, perhaps a hundred, had gone by with little occurrence. Now utterly alone, Jira was left with the question of what to do with her life. It was said that Shinigami were offered great opportunities, a place to grow and learn, and it was those factors that appealed to Jira. Intrigued at the idea of more knowledge at her fingertips, Jira applied to the Academy.
She had, at one time in her life during those awkward early years of a teen, she had felt a strange feeling awaken in her heart. It was vague, an indescribable energy that had begun to well up inside of her. Little did she know at the time that it was, in fact, the awakening of her Reiatsu. She was ignorant of it what it was exactly, until she described what she was feeling to her surrogate grandmother. The woman smiled, at that time, and explained to Jira that she had the potential to become a Shinigami. Those memories stuck in her mind for the rest of her life, even though they were pushed back and nearly forgotten until the elderly woman died, they where still there.
When she died, Jira remembered. Having no other particular options in her life, other than continuing the same, empty monotony that she felt when the woman passed, she went along and applied for the school. When she was finally accepted, she sold the belongings she could not take, and packed up her life, moving into the Academy dorms.
Classes came and went, along with years, and Jira was able to discover her likes and dislikes. She seemed to excel in the Kidō lessons, as well as swordsmanship and footwork, and her speed was fair due to her light frame and long legs. She had a steady hand and a clear mind, and as graduation came, she ended up joining the Fourth Division, an obvious choice for a girl of weak body.
Many more years rambled on as she remained an unseated, faceless division member, but she steadily worked to grow more skilled and knowledgeable. She not only believed that it was important to grow as a medic, but to be able to fight and defend herself, should the situation ever call for it.
