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PostSubject: Taiyou, Kasabana   Taiyou, Kasabana EmptyMon Dec 07, 2009 4:00 am

Name: Kasabana Taiyou

Nick name/alias: Kasi

Rank: Elite

Age: 112

Visual Age: 14

Gender: Female

Division: Rogue (I'd like to make this a rank. A shinigami that has left the Soul Society and affiliates with no one.)

Personality: She's a little odd. Depending on how she's feeling, she'll do completely different things. Being in a good mood can mean plenty of things to her. It could mean that she's happy and hyper and remains the cute little girl that she represents, or it could mean something else entirely. It could mean that she has the thrill of the hunt in her and that she has the powerful urge to kill anything at moment's notice, regardless their relationship with her. She's almost always in one of the previously mentioned moods and doesn't sway to other emotions unless something comes up. When in the mood described as 'sad', she usually acts very depressed. She'll just sit still holding her knees to her chest, her hands covering her mouth. When alone for too long she'll eventually start talking to herself, as if an insane person would. Most would actually consider her somewhat insane, though.

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Physical Appearance: She stands at 5'0". She's on the brig of being underweight and her muscles are awfully small, but they're still usable. Her eyes are blue, from light as the sky to dark as the ocean. Blond hair drapes down her body, touching the backs of her knees. Her skin is fairly pale from lack of sunlight.

Clothing: Her normal attire is dark clothing, gray to black. She tries to wear long sleeves as often as possible and the collar of her shirts reach at least an inch up her neck. She wears a necklace with a small pendant on it, resembling a red eye with a black pupil, inside of a black circle.

Traits:
Goals: Just aiming to succeed in whatever she feels like doing
Likes: Maliciously torturing people, screams of agony, kittens
Dislikes: When she's forced to calm down, any mention of her family
Bad Habits: Flipping out and trying to kill people, overly twiddling her fingers when she gets nervous
Fears: The memories of her family, being stuck in an eternal prison

History/Background: She was a normal child. A mother, a father, three brothers. Her life was perfectly fine, until she was three and something tragic changed her life. Her mother died from a disease they never had diagnosed. Her father became depressed. Her brothers started to hate her for 'causing her mothers death'. Her family bore deep into her emotions and started to tear them away. Still, she went to school and picked up a cheeriness from another person in her class. That was all she used to keep herself sane. Age eight. Quite the terrible age. Her oldest brother came up to her. She could obviously tell he had been drinking, though he shouldn't be. Her brother grabbed her and lifted her up into the air. She felt the fist smash down on her cheek. A tear started to creep down her face and she felt another fist against her face. She was dropped onto the ground and kicked until she crawled into a corner. Her brother was gone. She was the only one in the room. She wept and wept.

This continued on with all of her brothers until she was twelve. She got so angry about it, she picked up a rusted piece of metal she found outside her house. When her oldest brother lifted her, this time, she fought back. She slashed out with the metal, making a large gash in the side of his arm. He dropped her and she slashed out again, hitting his stomach. She stabbed this time and hit his chest, several times. She felt something flow through her. It was amazing. This rush fueled her. She stomped his face in after defiling his chest. She loved it. The next two years, she plotted. She made her plan foolproof. She brought it and put it in the oven. Almost done. She set the oven to the highest temperature she could. She waited a while, then started to leave her house. Almost done. Then the noise pierced her thoughts. Wait. It shouldn't happen yet. She was sure of it. This shouldn't have happened yet. The fiery explosion enveloped the house and her and everything around it. It all died.

Her spirit didn't linger very long and she was saved by a shinigami without much of a wait. Her brothers' and father's souls weren't so lucky, along with the shinigami that saved her just in time. They all got eaten by that hollow. She went up to the Rukongai and spend 30 years there, before she found out she was able to create a glowing ball of energy with just her hands. A shinigami on duty noticed what she was doing and brought her into the academy. Her intelligence was quite powerful, as was her swordskill, but kido was completely pointless in her hands and she never revealed the true ability of her Zanpakuto. She got accepted into squad 13, easily, and worked well for a while. She was on a mission in the real world, another shinigami by her side. They reached a group of hollows and Kasi dug through them. She suddenly felt it again. The rush of a murderer. She looked at her companion who was just finishing off the last hollow. She ran up to him and dug her weapon through him, splitting him in half and cutting the hollow's mask as well. She knew this wouldn't turn out well, yet, she couldn't stop it. She knew she shouldn't return to her squad like this. She tore the sash off her arm and ripped the seal from her back. She left off into the world, going with what she felt was right.

RP sample: (I hope to be elite, I guess, I don't require the position, but I would like it.) (Not sure if this is ok, but, I'm using an RP sample I wrote on another site. It would fit on this site, too, so I hope it's fine)
She stood there, licking the metallic crimson that sprayed onto her lips, off. Her grin was huge. She made these, these beautiful pieces of art that humanity had cruelly named corpses. The dead bodies around her made her smile that smile she always got when this happened. "Aww, nobody left to play...?" THUD! She heard a sound come from a closet behind her. Her tongue curled around and wet her lips as she turned, walking to the closet, her head slightly cocked. "So, is there still somebody to play with me?" She approached the closet. Thoughts started to run through her head. So many thoughts. If she opened the door by hand, it would leave her open for attack, and wouldn't look as good. If she kicked the door in, she might injure whatever may be inside, too early, leaving no time for fun. Oh, the perfect idea. She raised her scythe and sliced the hinges off the door. Her foot slid out and pushed the bottom out of balance, causing it to fall her way. It tore in two pieces with a simple slice. Her hands threw the pieces to the sides. Inside she could see a trembling, crying little boy with her blue, dead eyes. Her head cocked the other way and her malicious grin grew. She got to her knees and looked at the boy backing up into the wall. "Now, aren't you a cute one?" Her finger reached over and lightly lifted the boy's chin as she stared into his eyes, filled with fear. "Now wouldn't it be great if you could grow up to be me? Just look at the wonders, being able to kill all these people without even caring, hahahah!" Her head neared the boy's. Their foreheads touched. "Wouldn't it be great?" She whispered. Her grin sank into anger. "Of course not!" She stood and turned at the same time, smashing the butt of her scythe back, straight into the boy's head, killing him. "Ahh, what fun..." Her grin came back. Something sounded above her. The door to the attic. It wasn't over. Only one more person lived in this household... the daughter. She licked her lips again, thinking forward to the delicious taste of her terrible hobby. The long, spiked pole of her scythe yanked the door out of place. Something started to fall through. She sliced back and forth several times, stopping once the mass hit the ground. Her finger pointed at the mess of chunks that formerly were a cute little girl, counting something. "Heh, thirteen pieces before it hit the ground, new record." With the entire household dead, she placed her scythe on her back and started to walk out. The blonde hair swayed as she reached the door. As she exited, she closed the door and took her scythe back out slashing something onto the door, she smiled and walked to the road, following it back to her house. On the door there was engraved, a single word: "Reaped".
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PostSubject: Re: Taiyou, Kasabana   Taiyou, Kasabana EmptyMon Dec 07, 2009 7:25 am

haha, sorry about that.well i already know your capabilities for RPing sooooooo

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