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PostSubject: The Lucky Man    Sat Sep 04, 2010 3:05 pm


Name: Adachi, Yoshito (Yoshito literally means, "Lucky Man" while Adachi means either "Attained Peace" or "Quiet Dignity".
Nickname(s): The Lucky Man; Lucky
Age: 3756
Visual Age: 21

Gender: Male
Division: 7;Seventh Division
Rank: Captain
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 225 (Primarily Muscle)

Body Frame: Medium
Blood Type: O
Sound of Voice: Yoshito has a voice of a respectable, deep tone that tends to attract people to listening to him. It's powerful, intelligent, and clear. While it keeps a calm rhythm, it has the ability to comfort and relax those around him. He can also speak in a voice filled with such cold meaning that it may possibly chill you down to the core. He also has quite a good singing voice. So told by everyone around him.

Yoshito has a more punk, bad-ass sort of appearance. Upon his head is a messy bunch of spiky, blonde hair. Behind the black shades that he wears over his eyes, he has the common sparkling, light blue eyes to completely the usual appearance that most people have. Despite the fact that he has a nicer nature, his eyes are filled with a cold, superior attitude. It's not like he actually has those thoughts, no, his eyes just give off the look of a glare that can chill you to the bone. Not shaving all that much, when he does, he eventually grows back the little hair that covers his chin. Keeping that look to appear more relaxed, he sees it as a distinctive trait that he himself has, no one else. He likes originality. He's in great shape, with muscles in all the right, and needed, places, giving him the kind of appearance that most women find attractive. He's about 6'4", having a fairly tall height for someone of Asian descent, and has light-colored skin, listed as type 2 under the skin concentration list.

He wears the normal shinigami uniform, except with some changes to it. He has the kosode open revealing his abs and pecs, and he ripped off the sleeves of both the kosode and the haori. He wears the normal waraji that are given to shinigami. he wears black leather gloves on his hands, with a square-like hole on the back of each glove (Where the back of each hand would be). He has a black circle on the back of his left hand, being revealed because of the gloves. He wears a shark-tooth necklace, and an ankle bracelet (around his right ankle). He also has an intricate tattoo decorating his arm from a few inches from the elbow to his right pec.

Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert
Hobbies: Napping, singing, playing instruments, Music in general.
Likes and Dislikes:


1. Alcohol, preferably Saki.

2. Woman.

3. Candy. Especially chocolate bars and twizzlers.

4. Sleeping. He just likes sleep, there isn't much to get into there.

5. Puns. He doesn't really know why, but that just tickles his fancy. He likes jokes.

6. Music. Everyone likes music, whether it's metal or pop.


1. Cocky and ignorant people

2. Bad food and alcohol

3. People getting in his way


Yoshito's personality cannot really be described in a few words. There is deep meaning and reasons for why he acts the way he acts. Although, there are some reasons that people would rather not find out. He's fairly perverted, and openly says it when he feels like it. He's known to act justified and according to what he said by saying that it is a man's right to describe and value what he finds nice to him. As such, if he sees a large pair of breasts, he might just immediately say with a serious tone, "Boobs."

He is very straight forward. If his thoughts and opinion of something go negative, he would just leave it, or destroy it. 'nuff said.

Usually going through his day-to-day basis with a calm attitude, he's not known for going berserk. He always thinks things through, and will never react with a sudden outburst unless that outburst is truly needed to help the situation.

To be more detailed, he... well... enjoys the drama. Not like a television or movie drama, but more of a dramatic entrance or speech that leaves it ringing in his listener's ears. He wants to be well known among all those of spiritual power, and people without it alike.

He's not very picky, but dislikes things that do harm against him. For example, if it has to do with food, he hates spicy food. Not like he hates the food in general, he just doesn't like the fact that he'd need to drink several glasses of water to get the spices off his tongue. He just finds that annoying. That's very common, it's just something he doesn't enjoy. He'd prefer something sweeter, like chocolate.

Yoshito is fairly laid-back, and won't be extremely serious the whole time. He's fine with doing paper work, and sometimes he enjoys it knowing that it's a more peaceful way of passing the time, but he doesn't like completing other people's tasks. If he's forced to do it, he might, but he wouldn't enjoy it. Yoshito likes tranquil places where things can be quiet and allow him to read or something of the sort.

When Yoshito feels like it, he starts to become an ass. More like a punk-ass really, but an ass nonetheless. He'll point out everything wrong about you at that moment to piss you off and say slang like, "Bro" and "dude". All that fun stuff.

Enjoying all kinds of music, I doubt you'd ever see him without him humming off a tune he just thought of. Playing several instruments, he eventually got so in tune with music, if he's singing/humming/playing an instrument, he'll start to move to the beat; He'll dance.

Defining Characteristics: He can discern his opponent's future movements by their emotions and body movements/signals.
Specialties: Musical Talent: He can play the Guitar, Piano, Violin, Bass Guitar, Flute, Clarinet, Cello, and many more.
Fighting type: Close Combatant

It all started on that terrible day. The town roared with hatred and destruction, everything being obliterated on sight by things no one could see. It was strange, perplexing - bewildering - and throughout the whole thing it kept him wondering what was happening. Buildings were demolished, the ground was lifted, and the sky reeked of blood as did the wind that blew into his face. Traveling down the road, his family was killed; slaughtered; annihilated. They didn't have a chance, and the small boy running for his life did not think he had one either. His vision grew weary as he strained his eyes into seeing what was truly happening. He did not know if it was a curse or not, but the images given to him were not things he ever wished to see again. They were monstrosities, beings with a white masked face. You could not see them express any emotion except anger and sadness. The constant depression permeated from their screeches and stabbed the small boy right into the heart. Their bodies were odd, distorted, and incredibly disgusting. They were mixed up, as if someone had taken different animals and smashed them together to make some kind of insane cake. It was crazy, the whole incident, and at the time the boy knew he had no chance of surviving.

A figure in the distance suddenly made his presence known. What was it? It looked human, that's for sure. The only difference was that it held a sword and wore strange clothing. What was the haori for, the boy did not know, but he would try to find out. Why not? He was to die anyways. Sprinting down the road, the figure started to destroy the beasts that had killed all of his family and friends. Would he save him? Smiling, tears rushed out of his eyes, this was his savior. Would he save him? His body shaking, he tripped and fell, but got right back up and continued to run to his destination. Would he save him? Calling out for the man with the sword, he screamed some gibberish that was 100% inaudible. Would he save him? Feeling a sharp pain rush through his entire body, the boy looked down and saw a red stain form from under his shirt. Would... would he save him? Collapsing to the ground, he crawled toward the powerful figure sobbing like a little girl. Would... he... save... him...? And at his last glance, he saw the figure stare right at him. Whimpering, the boy blacked out. Dead.

Waking up in soul society, he soon joined a new family. Wondering if he'd ever meet one of his old family members, or at least one of his friends, he knew he'd continue on. One day, the same figure he had met before he died found him. Running away, he was too frightened by the massive pressure given off by the individual. Clutching a woman's leg inside of his hut, she shouted insulting words at the man before he was taken away. Learning about the shinigami, hollows, and things alike. He soon became a shinigami after graduating the academy. He was the lieutenant of the 7th division, and soon became the captain of the seventh. The rest of his history will be continued on in role-play.

RP Sample:

Suddenly hearing footsteps, it was surprising since he hadn't given full attention to anything other than staring at the sand. Not like the sand was interesting or anything, it just reminded him of a beach. How he missed the beach. The ocean slowly ascended up the sandy slopes in a wonderful dance of beauty. As it descended back away and into the ocean, those near would run about along with it, hoping to not get their shirt wet. It's not like he enjoyed water, no, he just enjoyed the way the ocean flowed. It flowed as the world flowed; as life flows. It goes this way and that way, churning, ever churning in the day and night as the schools of fish and other sea creatures swim about in a hurry to get to their destination. It was like a symbolic moment for all those who truly put their mind into the sequence of events, and actually understand the greatness and grace of this flow. Looking up, while clearing his eyes to get all the images in, he saw the third Espada, the Tercera. It wasn't exactly frightening, while most people saw the top three as much stronger than everyone below, that was wrong. They were all incorrect in so many manners, the third was not far off from the fourth, while the second wasn't far off from the third. The only who truly had differences between each other was the first and the tenth. Ignoring the cold demeanor that the third espada always set himself out to portray, the fourth espada stood up in a slow manner, not rushing himself as most do when they see someone of superior rank, and brushed some sand off his pants.

Cracking his fingers, he leaned against the tree next to his weapon. "What brings me out to this barren terrain, you ask?," Taigen replied with a touch of sarcasm, "Nothing much, really. Just wandering about looking for something to do." Getting more into the thought of having they had just met in this distant place, it was somewhat ironic. He had wished for someone to slay his boredom, and his wish was granted. Even though the wish was for someone more interesting, this would have to do. Skillfully grabbing his halberd without a moment's notice, the fourth Espada immediately used the prized Arrancar technique of Sonido. It being like the flash step or hirenkyaku, the version of the shinigami and quincy, it granted him great speed. Vanishing in a flash, the halberd wielder appeared up in the dead tree he was just leaning on. It easily having enough strength to hold him, since it was a fairly large tree, he stood atop of a large branch and crouched down. "What I would like to ask you, though, is to whether you find this ironic meeting amusing. Not that it would make me burst out laughing like a small child watching a cartoon, no, it's just kind of interesting that we both managed to meet each other in such a desolate place. Wouldn't you have to agree, Tercera?

Gripping his halberd tightly, he leaned it against his shoulder, with the weapon attachments a few feet away from his head. He wouldn't want to hurt himself by accident in front of someone, now would he? No, no he would not. He especially wouldn't want to hurt himself in front of someone that was of the top three. Not that it would happen anyways, he just didn't want to be known as clumsy. Never being clumsy in the many years of his life, he didn't want his laziness to affect that. Precise timing and all those little minor tasks were all valued as steps to a good day. Wondering if his initiated conversation would work with this third ranked Espada; one of the top three of the Renacido, he doubted he actually cared. If he had the chance, he'd probably just leave and make his way back directly to Las Noches. It wasn't like he was completely lost, he just wasn't putting much attention into the background of the landscape. All it was was darkness, pure black darkness being slowly eaten by the moonlight. The light that was given wasn't much, but it was enough to get around.

Starting to question whether the Tercera had been trying to intimidate him or not, he left that one on hold. It wasn't of any importance to him at that time, nor would it be in time to come. He was rarely every intimidated, and when he was, he would be intimidated of someone of mighty strength, someone deserving of superiority in at least that aspect. Either way, it's kind of strange. Even though I had just asked him, my curiosity dwells deeper in the depths of my mind as I wait for his answer. Will he even answer? Or will he prance about and leave thinking that I would only heighten his own boredom. Ah well, these thoughts are not meant for this time, oh no, these thoughts are too simplistic for my brain. I deserve more puzzling thoughts! Not that I deserve it, but an interesting conundrum would be happily appreciated. The person that is in the same vicinity as me, Chinou, is not helping right now. Not that I care. Stretching out the fingers of his free hand, he knew that it was a good thing to always limber up. It was even more helpful to stretch out the parts of yoru body that you are most likely going to use more often. Still waiting for a response, Taigen patiently crouched on the branch of the dead tree that he was leaning against but a moment ago.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lucky Man    Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:33 am

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PostSubject: Re: The Lucky Man    Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:59 am

I expected a better history from you, so at the risk of breaking Juicy's copyright; I don't like it.

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