Embu Kosha
Aug 4, 2010 12:16:12 GMT -8
Post by embukosha on Aug 4, 2010 12:16:12 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Embu Kosha
Gender: Male
Age: 750
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: 4th Division Sixteenth Seat
Reiatsu Color: Orange
Reiatsu Aura: Calmness
Appearance: Short; 5'5. Scruffy mop of dark hair. Perpetual stubble, about 3 days growth. Stocky, athletic build. Green eyes.
Personality: Loud. Speaks his mind. Believes that whoever is loudest, is right-est. Often speaks aloud his thought process, rather than using an internal dialog. He is generally unaware that he does this.
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Returned to Duty
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Cynical and apathetic. Sees the bad in everything, never the good. Doesn't seem to care what happens to himself or those around him. Has become increasingly sarcastic.
History: His human life was uneventful. He lived and died a fisherman, and doesn't remember anything from it.
Life as a spirit was not much different from his life as a human, though he did not know it. He made a living as a fisherman; making his own lures, rod, etc. He used the fish he caught to feed himself and to sell, using the profits to buy bits for his lures. Sometimes he would sell his lures as trinkets, as people often commented on how intricate and oddly beautiful they were. He did okay for himself, all things considered.
When the war started, he decided to help. A fisherman's life wasn't bad, and he was good at it, but there was something missing. He felt like he wasn't using his whole potential. He approached a shinigami; one of the soldiers of Soul Society, and offered his services in whatever capacity they were needed. The man sensed the reiatsu within Kosha - however neglected - and sent him to the Academy, knowing the need for recruits. He went there immediately, determined to join the fight.
He failed the entrance exams quite a few times. After all, he was just a fisherman. But, he kept at it. Eventually, he passed, and began training as a Shinigami of Soul Society. He didn't excel at anything in particular while at the academy, but also did not struggle with anything. When he graduated he joined the 7th Division, which seemed the natural choice considering his varied skills.
The war was long and brutal. He lost many friends. His quick and nimble hands made him an asset the field medics couldn't pass up. More often than not he found himself securing a bandage, stitching a wound, or comforting a dying comrade rather than actually fighting anything.
When the war ended he transferred to the 4th Division, believing he'd be of more use there. He had had enough of grand adventure and preferred the opportunity to make sure others survived their own. He steadily rose through the ranks, his combat medicine experience being a major asset. Eventually, he made Lieutenant, which is about where we begin.
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After his Captain died, Kosha retreated inward, locking himself away from the rest of the division. After a time, he was informed that his continued absence was detrimental to the rest of the division, and there was no choice but to remove him from his position; he was demoted to Sixteenth Seat.
He continued his self-imposed exile, right through the rise of a new Captain, and the merging of the various Divisions. Eventually, he reported back fit for duty, albeit changed.
Name: Embu Kosha
Gender: Male
Age: 750
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: 4th Division Sixteenth Seat
Reiatsu Color: Orange
Reiatsu Aura: Calmness
Appearance: Short; 5'5. Scruffy mop of dark hair. Perpetual stubble, about 3 days growth. Stocky, athletic build. Green eyes.
Personality: Loud. Speaks his mind. Believes that whoever is loudest, is right-est. Often speaks aloud his thought process, rather than using an internal dialog. He is generally unaware that he does this.
---------
Returned to Duty
---------
Cynical and apathetic. Sees the bad in everything, never the good. Doesn't seem to care what happens to himself or those around him. Has become increasingly sarcastic.
History: His human life was uneventful. He lived and died a fisherman, and doesn't remember anything from it.
Life as a spirit was not much different from his life as a human, though he did not know it. He made a living as a fisherman; making his own lures, rod, etc. He used the fish he caught to feed himself and to sell, using the profits to buy bits for his lures. Sometimes he would sell his lures as trinkets, as people often commented on how intricate and oddly beautiful they were. He did okay for himself, all things considered.
When the war started, he decided to help. A fisherman's life wasn't bad, and he was good at it, but there was something missing. He felt like he wasn't using his whole potential. He approached a shinigami; one of the soldiers of Soul Society, and offered his services in whatever capacity they were needed. The man sensed the reiatsu within Kosha - however neglected - and sent him to the Academy, knowing the need for recruits. He went there immediately, determined to join the fight.
He failed the entrance exams quite a few times. After all, he was just a fisherman. But, he kept at it. Eventually, he passed, and began training as a Shinigami of Soul Society. He didn't excel at anything in particular while at the academy, but also did not struggle with anything. When he graduated he joined the 7th Division, which seemed the natural choice considering his varied skills.
The war was long and brutal. He lost many friends. His quick and nimble hands made him an asset the field medics couldn't pass up. More often than not he found himself securing a bandage, stitching a wound, or comforting a dying comrade rather than actually fighting anything.
When the war ended he transferred to the 4th Division, believing he'd be of more use there. He had had enough of grand adventure and preferred the opportunity to make sure others survived their own. He steadily rose through the ranks, his combat medicine experience being a major asset. Eventually, he made Lieutenant, which is about where we begin.
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After his Captain died, Kosha retreated inward, locking himself away from the rest of the division. After a time, he was informed that his continued absence was detrimental to the rest of the division, and there was no choice but to remove him from his position; he was demoted to Sixteenth Seat.
He continued his self-imposed exile, right through the rise of a new Captain, and the merging of the various Divisions. Eventually, he reported back fit for duty, albeit changed.
