Basic InformationName: Idane Akinari
Age: 119 appears to be 17
Gender: Male
Division: 10
Looks: I couldn't find a good picture. Akinari wears his blond hair in dreadlocks that hang down the back of his neck. He has deep green eyes, and a scar on his left cheek from falling off his roof when he was younger.
Rank Sixth Seat
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Description: (What your tech is, and what it does)
StatsStrength:Speed:Accuracy:Stamina:Zanpaktou InformationZanpaktou Name: Owatatsumi
Zanpakutou Appearence A thin katana, with sea green scales covering the hilt, and a guard shaped like open shark jaws. The blade has a silver appearance but gleaming in its blade is not a reflection but the open water.
Shikai Appearence:The hilt expands to nearly four feet, while a five foot long by three foot wide double edged blade gleams a deep sea green, the actual edge is still silver.
Shikai Ability:Can draw water from the ground and atmosphere to its self and unleash it in various blades of water. Its grand ability is to hurl a vortex of water at the opponent, before slamming into the nearest flat surface in hopes of crushing or drowning the opponent while they are attacked from all sides at once by blades of water.
Bankai Appearence:With a massive blade rivaling its shikai form, though single edged, it is nearly ten inches thick at its widest. The scales on the hilt have turned a silver/lavender color, and an eight foot long chain attaches to a spear, with four one foot long blades of different width and thickness on its end.
Bankai Ability:Will gather enough residual water around itself to unleash a tidal wave in the direction the sword is swung. The spear still uses the second forms water blade attack now quadrupled the amount. Lifting the massive sword over his head and spins it by its chain in a circle, forcing the water in the air into a vortex that eventually creates a tornado of water, pulling up anything in its path into its violent slashing, drowning, depths.
Zanpaktou Release Phrase: "Drown the Earth, Owatatsumi."
KidoKido/Ginto: Intermediate
Zanjutsu/Marksmanship: Intermediate
[b]Hakuda: Advanced
Hoho: Advanced
Background and PersonalityHistory Akinari (his first name), grew up in the Rukongai in a small house among many other siblings. He was discovered by a low ranked shinigami who pushed for him to enter into the academy while he was still young. He decided he wanted to go into the tenth division early, not feeling prepared for the eleventh division, and certain he didn't want to go into the medical division of the fourth. Also, he had, and still has, a major crush on Matsumoto Rangiku.
PersonalityAkinari is a happy person, who will partake in sake when he can, though never drinking enough to fall down drunk. He is extremely loyal to his friends, and wishes to become stronger, though he is wary of ever becoming either a fukutaicho or taicho.
Role-play Sample: (I'll do this just to do it.)
The wind swept through the open air over Karakura town, Akinari had been asigned to watch over the small area on its western border, where hollow attacks were few and far between. He strongly disliked coming to the human world, it was to busy, and the air was clogged with various chemicals he would rather pretend he wasn't breathing. The Shihakusho he wore was slightly modified, with slices running from the middle of his forearms to his triceps, emblazened with silver around the cut edges.
His blond dreadlocks beat against the back of his neck as he sat on the roof top of one of the local apartment buildings, his green eyes watching the sky as his feet dangled over the edge. Oh what he wouldn't do for some sake at the moment, just to take the edge off of having to sit around and wait for someone or something to happen. Owatatsumi shook in its hilt before he felt the unmistakable pressence that was a hollow. Why couldn't they just leave off for a day and let the world be at peace? That way he could get some sun before returning to his life in the Seireitei.
His eyes casually scanned the streets below, the rush of cars passing over the black tar they had decided looked better than the natural dirt and grass. There was nothing there, but still he could feel the reiatsu growing closer. His green eyes opened wide, nearly popping out of his head, before he jumped upwards, clearing a tar black arm that was swinging for his midsection from behind. "I hate hollows." He whined, as he came to a stop in the open air. "They never play fair."
In a cry of metal against metal Owatatsumi was free of her hilt, the roaring power of the ocean held inside his hands, trapped until he decided to set her free. Releasing his hold on the sky, he dropped, bringing the zanpakuto down from over his head to cut cleanly through the hollow's mask, and the rest of its body. "Haha! That's right, skippy!" He laughed, motioning toward himself with his thumb extended. "Ain't no hollow going to get the drop on m-"
He was cut off as powerful arm clubbed his back, sending him flying forward into an airduct, crushing the weak aluminum beneath his body weight. He rolled over, wincing at the sudden pain in his back where he had no doubt a bruise would rise by morning. The hollow was green, almost humanoid if it wasn't for the snake like tail instead of legs. It's mask was nearly blank however, with horns curling down around its head. "I really hate hollows..." Akinari grumbled as he stuck the tip of his zanpakuto into the rooftop.
Moving them according to the way he was taught in the academy just a few months before, he barely managed to contort his fingers in the correct postition to launch a White Lightning kido, burning the hollows midsection. Grabbing Owatatsumi's hilt he charged forward slicing the creature in half diagonally, before turning the zanpakuto in his hands to be upside and stabbing the hollow through the mask. With a roar it faded away, releasing the souls it had consumed in its life time. "I want a vacation." The shinigami muttered before sheathing his zanpakuto and taking up his seat again to watch the town below.