Shinigami Template
Name: Winter Izaya Jushiro
Nickname(s): Winter
Age: 520
Visual Age: 21
Gender: Female
Division: 10th
Rank: Captain
Sexual Orientation: I like the extra piece
Height: 170cm
Weight: 55kg's
Body Frame: tall slender
Blood Type: O
Sound of Voice: High tine though pretty low for a girl
Appearance:
With the frosted eyes of someone cold. The usual orangish blonde hair. and the soft pink lips of winter Izanagi. As she matured over the years her small petite look has grown to that of a beautiful women of a full bust. Catering luxious curves and the stride to drive most men crazy. her hair style once childish is now kept loos over her shoulders Though in times of need and battle she will tie it in a hair band.
The abuse of her captains uniform could be said it helps the negotiations when helping the spirits of Rukongai. Giving a sense of a little of rebel in her and that infact she supports the Rukongai citizens more than Soul Society. By abuse one means that instead of the required ankle length gi and hakama. Izaya has adopted the knee high black shirt of the sorts.
Over this she will wear the captains cloak stained purple at the bottom.Introvert/Extrovert: Inbetween
Hobbies: Cooking. Doing things a girl should be doing
Likes and Dislikes:
Likes- cooking. Decorations. Chilling out maxing out all cool!
Dislikes- Father drinking and smoking. Father becoming stoned or drunk. Perverts. Fishing.
Personality:
-long ago
Long ago Winter was withdrawn from crowds. Not because she was shy but merely because she didn't feel like conversing no talking to them. She would feel almost nothing. Similiar to the characteristics of her zanapkuto. Cold and ruthless. She had almost found the blood fascinating and not changed a heart beat of flinched when she would hammer her targets.
-over the year
Over the years she has grown to be able to converse properly with people. Though there is still that cold aura about her she can very well be kind towards people. Her kindess often tends to reach out to the young and old.
-Nowadays
She is rational and caring. Able to negotiate with citizens and often acts as a mediatotor when her father is out with drinking buddies. However she still has times when she averts back to her childhood self. Able to kill without mistake nor regret. Old habits do not change.
-the princess
Treated like a princess later at her childhood. Izaya has a tendency to often act like an average girl. Going on a shopping spree and then swiping it with her fathers pay check. In troubled times she will look for sweet things such as ice-cream a treat that she had very much enjoyed... pretty much her whole life.
Defining Characteristics: Frosty blue eyes. Orange/yellow hair.
Specialties: Cooking. Detecting tobacco like smoke or any wiff of alcohol.
Fighting type: Well-Rounded
History/Background:
We start at the early childhood of winter. As long as her memory could tell she was but a 9 year old child. Having put in a black dress most of the times. She would be kept in a small room decorated to fit a child's room. At times the single access point would open and two men would take her for a car ride. She would be shown a picture and winter would walk into the house or facility. A few minutes later Winter would walk back out as her face and hands would be covered in blood. She would be stored back into her holding cell.
The skies painted black as mother nature took the brush of darkness. Painting over the moons and stars with the entity known as storm clouds. The darkness of the night seemed to elluminated by two lights seeking their through the thick pitter pattering. The car arrived at a small all night library. The hot engine ticking as it cooled down. Outside members of the library moved about in and out. Dark umbrella's covering them from hell's piss. Inside the car was a driver and another on his left. Dressed both in black. They nodded to each other as the non-driver pulled out a photo from the glove box. The photo reflected the lights of a man in his late 30's. Thick rimmed glasses and sporting a handle bar mustache. They showed the picture to a little girl around the age of 9. Dressed in a dark frill dress and an umbrella. The library door flooded open as small mass of people seemed to emerge from it. The target protected by three rings of people. People in overcoats and press hats walked backwards firing series of questions.
Senator! what are your connections to the under the table money concerning the construction of the military medical base said to be infact nuclear arms facilityA little child had broken her way through the crowd a stood right in front of the man.
who the hell is she? how did she get past? said the body guard.
WHen the hell did she get out the car? said the driver. His companion shrugging.
no no it's alright said the senator Ruffling the childs hair and giving her a light hug.
Izaya watched as the senator continued to walk down the fleight of steps. His body guard scowling at her. They walked down a few steps.
I assure you that the state is not building a nuclear ARMs facility that in fact creating a research lab that will benefit urghh... He dropped to the floor as he tumbled down the steps. His body guards chasing the rolling man. The press taking snap shots of the whole ordeal.
where is that girl?!A car drove out the parkway. Two men grinning and a girl looking outside the window. Her hands stained red against the tinted glass.
The next day TV all over the nation told of how the senator had been exposed to highly concentrated amounts of Uranium. The few people who knew the truth laughed as how the media connected the dots from 4 to 6 and from 8 to 1. Pleased at how the world automatically covered up a murder with a scandal.
It would have been when she had turned 10 did a man appear before her. He stood by the door way as a fox like expression covered him. Behind him lay the two men slaughtered. She was taken back to where she would belong. She arrived in a place called soul society. The man dropped her off at a place called the shinigami academy. He sad he would leave her here for just a day.
She sat behind the class staring at her desk... Her strange yet cute look attracted a few attention. Comments shut as freak, hotty, weirdo and moron being thrown at her. Oh she was unaffected by it till..
Hey? can ya here me? someone touched her. Winter looked up and grabbed his throat. Pushed him onto the floor and lowered her head towards his. The class howled as what it appeared to be a kiss. Winter stood up. The boy was shocked as his eyes were wide and mouth foaming with blood. In her hands was a small pink object. His tonsels. The next day the man came back. Taken care of the shocked child and took her to the Gotei 13. At the young age she released her shikai. Became the third seat. Later in her career lt. this was when her personality changed.
Her shikai encounter was rather simple. This was a matter of fact. Would she speak for her zanpakuto? rather than figuring out the name. whyher zan had gotten so ubset about the child's quiet ways did the spirit tell Izaya his name. The zan spirit did find her personality a bit weird and off. His zan friends would always bost how the master would always ask questions but never answer. However in his case He always asked questions and Winter never answered. Even after submissing and giving her the name did he feel useless. Winter had no wishes to talk with the zan till her father said she should.
The period in which she barely spoke. Having been retrieved by her father from the assassination business winter was still at odds with her enviroment. Still as a child having the fascination over blood. Though as times passed and the enviroment with friendly people winter had averted a change. She started to converse in short phrases to people either then Izanagi Jushiro. Slowly it advanced to that of winter being able to hold a conversation with a smile.
Her zan spirit only proposed the Bankai when she started to talk. The zan taking aliking to her new personality. Slashing away to the cloud like zan spirit. A fierce battle partaken among the raining dessert. Winter smiling for the change. Strange as it was she let the zan overcome her a few times just so he could relieve the stress he was piled up with over the years. Letting him have a few laughs. In the end it was a bit boring really. She dominated him...
As the years passed the seats of captains had appeared. Sitting as the Lt for her father division she had the choice of going to the 2nd. However no longer wishing to partake in slaughter winter declined. The spot was then taken upon someone else. Would there not be something that would suit her new attire? As if the heavens had known the 10th had decided to retire and live with the Rukongai spirits. Ah.. Does she had taken upon the job as 10th. Having the reccomendation of her father Kaizen, her make shift older brother Ichijou and of course the other brother Tetsu. Her bankai obtainement had also been recent. What with having the fight with the storm within her.
3 reccomendations seemed grand what not with her previous achievements of fighting Espada and what not ( BR rofl?) Now new at job and excited for a change. Izaya steps into the world wearing a white Hakama.
10 years into the job Izaya finds nothing too difficult what with maintain the peace andtaking care of thieves among the Rukongai districts. Worst case scenario taking her to murder scenes. Finding those involved with their heart beat. However. There had been a case when she had executed 10 of her division members in full view of the Rukongai district. They had robbed from the people and abused them. Even taking a young girl and sexuall abusing her out of her cherry. This display had served as a warning to all Shinigami of her division that dared abuse their privallege.
Role-play Sample:
In 41st Rukongai born and raised! on the Training ground where I spent
most of my days. Killing out shooting out freezing all cool! When a couple of espada! who
were up to no good! Started shooting cero in my neighbourhood! I got in one little fight and
my dad got scared! an he said.. You're moving with Ichi and Hao in Seireitei! I whistled for
a mon and when it opened near. The door frame said Senkai and it had butterflies in the
mirror! If I knew one thing this door was rare but neh~ YO homes to Seirei! When the door
pulled open to a mansion to 7 or 8. I yelled yo zan! release ya later! I was finally home!
To sit on my thrown as the 10th of gotei!
okay better role play sample you want eh?
The skies painted black as mother nature took the brush of darkness. Painting over the moons and stars with the entity known as storm clouds. The darkness of the night seemed to elluminated by two lights seeking their through the thick pitter pattering. The car arrived at a small all night library. The hot engine ticking as it cooled down. Outside members of the library moved about in and out. Dark umbrella's covering them from hell's piss. Inside the car was a driver and another on his left. Dressed both in black. They nodded to each other as the non-driver pulled out a photo from the glove box. The photo reflected the lights of a man in his late 30's. Thick rimmed glasses and sporting a handle bar mustache. They showed the picture to a little girl around the age of 9. Dressed in a dark frill dress and an umbrella. The library door flooded open as small mass of people seemed to emerge from it. The target protected by three rings of people. People in overcoats and press hats walked backwards firing series of questions.
Senator! what are your connections to the under the table money concerning the construction of the military medical base said to be infact nuclear arms facilityA little child had broken her way through the crowd a stood right in front of the man.
who the hell is she? how did she get past? said the body guard.
WHen the hell did she get out the car? said the driver. His companion shrugging.
no no it's alright said the senator Ruffling the childs hair and giving her a light hug.
Izaya watched as the senator continued to walk down the fleight of steps. His body guard scowling at her. They walked down a few steps.
I assure you that the state is not building a nuclear ARMs facility that in fact creating a research lab that will benefit urghh... He dropped to the floor as he tumbled down the steps. His body guards chasing the rolling man. The press taking snap shots of the whole ordeal.
where is that girl?!A car drove out the parkway. Two men grinning and a girl looking outside the window. Her hands stained red against the tinted glass.
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