Misuko Heike *Finished*

Basic Information

Name: Misuko Heike

Age: Roughly 1500, Visual, late twenties

Gender: Male

Division: Third

Seat:Advance Vice Captain

Looks:

Personality As if by some standard of reason and logic, it seems to fall away at the very sight of Heike. His personality is stark and dark, as if always in the loop on some cosmic twisted joke. His sense of humor can only be described as flirty and yet threatening, yet he has a post-harmonious side, his friendships are close and few if any exist, secret in nature. His very nature allows living in the world of ideas and strategic planning. He only values intelligence, knowledge, and competence, and typically has high standards in these regards, which he continuously strives to fulfill. His mainly focuses his energy on observing the world, and generating ideas and possibilities. His mind constantly gathers information and makes associations about it. He is tremendously insightful and usually very quick to understand new ideas. Nevertheless, he is not all fun and games; he is driven to come to conclusions about ideas. His need for closure and organization usually requires that they take some action, action he would rather not take. It is not easy for the Heike to express his internal images, insights, and abstractions. The internal form of the Heike's thoughts and concepts is highly individualized, and is not readily translatable into a form that others will understand. However, Heike is driven to translate if the need arise, ideas into a plan or system that is usually readily explainable, rather than to do a direct translation of their thoughts. He usually does not see the value of a direct transaction, and will have difficulty expressing his ideas, which are non-linear. However, his extreme respect of knowledge and intelligence will motivate him to explain himself to another person who he feels is deserving of the effort.
Heike can be a natural leader, although he usually chose’s to remain in the background until he sees a real need to take over the lead. When he is in leadership roles, he is quite effective, because he is able to objectively see the reality of a situation, and is adaptable enough to change things, which are not working well. Heike considers himself a supreme strategist - always scanning available ideas and concepts and weighing them against his current strategy, to plan for every conceivable contingency. Heike however is not perfect in any sense of the word, he spends a lot of time inside his own mind, and has little interest in the other people's thoughts or feelings unless they are directly related to what is currently happening.
Heike tends to blame misunderstandings on the limitations of the other party, rather than on his own difficulty in expressing himself it causes Heike to dismiss others input too quickly, and often leads to becoming generally arrogant and elitist. Heike is ambitious, self-confident, deliberate, long-range thinker. He dislikes messiness and inefficiency, and anything that is muddled or unclear. His value of clarity and efficiency is extremely high, and will put enormous amounts of energy and time into consolidating his insights into structured patterns. When under a great deal of stress, Heike may become obsessed with mindless repetitive, sensate activities, such as over-drinking. He may also tend to become absorbed with minutia and details that he would not normally consider important to their overall goal.


Stats
(Depending on your rank, please distribute the amount of stats that you receive within the four options)

Strength: 6

Speed: 19

Accuracy: 15

Stamina: 15


Zanpakuto Information

Zanpakuto Name: yatsumekabura *Eight Holed Whistle*

Zanpakuto Looks: A normal katana in terms of length, width and sharpness. A green scabbard protecting, but not a dark green, a light airy green that makes it so it almost appears see through it is so pale. At the end of the katana, a long scarf hangs; it is white with a pale green design running through it, down to the end, where it billows out into what appears to be a circle shape. The hole design looks like a green wind is blowing down the length of the scarf, and of course no matter where Heike is, it is constantly blowing and wafting around like there is a small breeze in the area.

Zanpakuto Description:

Released Zanpakuto Description: When release, the sword extends slightly, making it a scimitar size, it curves gently as it goes out, not harshly like some bent zanpakuto’s. It goes until it is a half circle, the top folds back outward again and sharpens to a tip. Half way through the half circle, a spiked obtrusion occurs, a triangle if you will. As the sword is release, a light green wind blows up and starts to circle the blade, coming in and making five complete circles around it, spinning and rotating like a top, sometimes rebounding off of each other and going back and forth.
Kyuujousenshu *Drag* -
A rather unique perspective on the wind based abilities in general. Heike has a drag effect with his wind, similar to Kira’s doubling of weight. Heike doubles drag/ air resistance each time his sword connects with an opponent’s weapon or being. The drag acts like a giant kite behind the user, constantly pulling them away from Heike, and it slowly grows with each strike of the sword, doubling in resistance (size) each time. Going from a kite, to a parachute, to a sail mast, etc etc. Each time getting larger, and having more effect, until the opponent is either unable to withstand it and has a *move one step forward, two steps back* or simply can’t move properly. *Note, the drag effects all body parts, so standing still and moving a sword has the same drag as moving the whole body forward*
Kaze nagenawa *Wind Lasso*
Using those five wind circlets that spin around his zanpakuto, Heike can launch them off as if one would a discus, or chakram. The whirling chakram of wind launches itself after the opponent, but it does not cut them, or do any sort of damage. The chakram goes after the legs or arms, whipping through them so it orbits around them just as it did around his sword. Those chakrams stay there until one of two things happen. The most deadly is, when all five chakrams are around an opponent, they become paralyzed, each wind chakram making one body part immobile, however this is a rare occurrence, as most people dodge said chakram. *Dodged chakram’s return to Heike after 3 posts* The other, more useful application is that Heike can “freeze” said chakram for one post, making it stay in place and making that body part immobile *arms and legs only* for an entire post, which can be useful should an opponent be preparing for an assault.
*If all chakrams are gone from Heike’s blade, he can reseal it and release it for them to appear again, however doing so reduces all drag effect back to the 0 counter*

Zanpakuto Release Phrase: birukaze *Wind Eddy*

Released Zanpakuto Looks:

Zanpakuto Spirit: A spiral looking creature, with a ball for a head. Two long red spring like the one coils go down its body, if that is what it could be called. It floats in the air like a wind chime; his voice is that of a nice pleasant wind chime.
Whimsical and intangible, the chime has a personality all its own. His very nature says to be a free spirit. His voice is neither wise no dumb, his methods are just as intangible as the wind itself.

Zanpakuto Realm: A hot lazy Sunday afternoon, on what appears to be a farm house, the wind sweeps across the plains, corn growing in the fields. The chimes lazily blowing in the breeze, across the sky one can see a large storm forming, the wind slowly gets stronger, but it never moves just the chiming gets louder and louder, the storm appears to be intangible, however close you move to it, it goes that far away, such an effect can be seen throughout history.

Bankai Information
(NOT YET ACHIEVED NO COMMENTS ABOUT HOW ONE CAN'T PLACE IT IN TEMPLATE)

Bankai Description: As with all bankai’s, Heikie’s increases his power normally, or what one considers normal for a bankai.
Agensutouindo *against the wind*- A stronger version of Heike’s drag effect.
A rather unique perspective on the wind based abilities in general. Heike has a drag effect with his wind, similar to Kira’s tripling of weight. Heike doubles drag/ air resistance each time his sword connects with an opponent’s weapon or being. The drag acts like a giant kite behind the user, constantly pulling them away from Heike and it slowly grows with each strike of the sword, tripling in resistance (size) each time. Going from a kite, to a parachute, to a sail mast, etc etc. Each time getting larger, and having more effect, until the opponent is either unable to withstand it and has a *move one step forward, two steps back* or simply can’t move properly. *Note, the drag effects all body parts, so standing still and moving a sword has the same drag as moving the whole body forward*
Yatsumekabura nagenawa *Eight Holed Lasso*
By placing his zanpakuto’s together, creating a giant ring, he fires out 5 Wind lasso’s from it, each lasso goes after either a specific body part, or combines to seemingly freeze an attack in place, then a post later firing it back where it came. The wind lasso’s are slightly stronger and faster than in shikai, however they travel in a pack, so abet more dangerous as well.
Lasts for 2 posts
Recharges every 5 posts


Bankai Looks:

Alterations: Gains a metal cross neck piece, along with the same metal shoulder pads, an enormously long scarf, with two huge cloth scarves on each sword.

Kido Information

Name:Rods Prison of Light

Number: 61

Element:Light

Incantaion:th these rods, I shall restrain your body to level the hatred in your soul."

Description:Summons six thin, but wide, beams of light that slam into a target's midsection, holding them in place.

Name: Hundred Stepped Rails

Type: Bakudo

Number: 62

Element: Light

Incantation: (The incantation you speak to activate the Kido)

Description: A rod formed of energy is thrown towards the target before it disintegrates into numerous short rods which are used to pin the target to the surroundings and render them immobile

Name: Sajo Sabaku (鎖条鎖縛, Locking Bondage Stripes)

Type: Bakudo

Number: 63

Element: Light

Incantation: (The incantation you speak to activate the Kido)

Description: Similar to Bakudō No. 4, but stronger, this spell binds the arms of a target.[17] According to Hachigen Ushōda, physical strength alone should not be enough to break out of a level 60 Bakudō

Name: Gochūtekkan (五柱鉄貫, Quintet of 1 kan Iron Pillars

Type: Bakudo

Number: 75

Element: Light

Incantation: Walls of ironsand, a priestly pagoda, glowing ironclad fireflies. Standing upright, silent to the end.-

Description: Summons five incredibly tall and thick pillars which are connected to each other by chains to pin a target to the ground.[20]Incantation: "Walls of ironsand, a priestly pagoda, glowing ironclad fireflies. Standing upright, silent to the end." ("鉄砂の壁、僧形の塔、灼鉄熒熒、湛然として終に音無し;)[20]

History and RP sample

History: A cry could be heard rolling across the miles of countryside surrounding the Tsutake lands one of many clan territories in Japan over three hundred years ago. They emanated from a caravan heading to the central rural village away from the capitol, a new life had come into the world just a little too early to call the village its home. Yes Heike sure did make a grand and very loud entrance into the world. His parents were a young couple, kind and loving but also down on their luck for even after escaping some distress in whatever territory they came from they couldn’t land a job in the capitol and so had left, a young man who for all his knowledge in academics could not find a job and a barmaid who had been let go after she had become pregnant. Thus they were heading for the large village Tsutake for it had been said that despite their slum oriented structure they still required plenty of civilians to run businesses and so perhaps there was a life for them there. Of course it was during the wet months and a series of setbacks resulted in Heike being born on the road, regardless they were close and pulled into town not long after the birth. Unfortunately, Heike’s father Shinji would soon find that things were not going to change and his knowledge in math and physics was as useless to him here as it had been in the capitol, his wife Nema would find a job serving drinks as she had before but it was in no way enough to provide for the family. Thus do we begin down Heike’s early years that were ruled by the lifestyle his family was unfortunate enough to fall into, to this day, he remembers his parents with love but considers his memories with a bittersweet lens.

For the most part his early years were uninteresting as are most children’s but a few moments bare mention. For starters, his father never did find a job, they were able to buy a cheap hovel off his mother’s wages but never truly provide for themselves. Even day-to-day survival was only made possible by stale bread and defused ale, living in a house that could fall at any moment and never having luxuries. Regardless his father did what he could, teaching his son all of the things he knew though this often devolved into frustration for his son was much too young to understand most of it, yet he was the only one whom his father could divulge his knowledge to. Equally, his mother loved him but she had to work all day and into the late evening to even begin making enough to buy anything beyond the bare necessities, for they did want to provide for their child they just could not. At this time, neither of them was thinking of the religious communities that were set up even in this village. In fact, Heike’s parents wanted to get out of the village that was progressing closer and closer to annihilation thanks to the poor economy but they simply lacked the funds. Thus, it was at this time that Shinji used a massive sum to purchase a bow, a weapon he thought fitting for a young man he had been teaching heavy math to for it was a thinking man’s weapon. This lead to a long shouting match that became all too common a sight in the later years for the young Heike who some time after in life would find many of the surrounding neighbors remembered vividly for years as “That young couple who was always yelling at the top of their lungs” and pissed off quite a few. Regardless Shinji won out over Nema claiming that if they were going to be stuck here they might as well try to get their son accepted into the religious practices which if nothing else took good care of their members since they would never be able to push him into a decent profession otherwise unless they just sold him off to work under another. Nema did not like the idea of her son becoming a religious zealot who warred for some fake god but much preferred it to throwing him to the highest bidder.

Thus on the summer of his fifth birthday did Shinji begin teaching the boy how to use ranged weapons, most of them filthy leftovers discarded by real warriors. This did not go so well, for the boy himself was rather large since his parents had given every scrap they could get their hands on to him and was in no way trained, to top it off his father was no fighter and did not know the most basic of skills and was a terrible archer to boot, the one weapon he had thought might separate his son from the pack. Regardless they worked long and hard, and though any outside person, especially a trained warrior could have seen the futility in it all it did bring them closer and would infuse Heike with the drive he would latter develop to a fine point. For it was the summer, in the late afternoon that the first disaster in his life struck. He had gone out that day with his father to the market to buy food with some of the excess money they had made that month, due to this, his mother had been coming home earlier as of late and the last time he saw her she had been preparing dinner. They returned home and Brady had told Heike to head out to the makeshift firing range they had set up in the back of the house and they would go around and see who could come out on top. The next thing he knew his father had arrived and taken him away to where the local “law” enforcement HQ was centered, he would stay there that night while his father was taken away for questioning. They returned home the next day and his father told him to pack his things, this they did and they then moved out of the house and on to the street. Heike never could understand where his mother went but anytime he asked his father the man grew agitated until he would finally just tell the boy to shut up and so the boy grew hard to the subject himself, perhaps that and somewhere deep inside he had always understood his mothers position. He would find out many years later after he had joined the Nation what the whole story had been, his mother had not actually had her salary increased, she had been dealing opium with a large crime syndicate to make money on the side and had fallen into debt with them, so one day she had come home and promptly hung herself. Ironically the only thing that saved the boy and his father from the syndicate coming and collecting them as debt was the economy which they at one point had wanted to leave behind as its main members were killed during the infighting that occurred as many of the crime syndicates fought over what was left of the wealth in this country.

His father became a changed man after the incident for the obvious reasons (and the less so, like the fact that he knew the syndicate would come to claim the debt and unlike Heike would come to know in the future he would never know that they would be killed). He stopped training his son though Heike would continue without his help for he now had a dream and wanted to become a warrior, Brady became violent and loved to spend whatever money he could scrounge together on alcohol. During this period Heike picked up a job as a local delivery boy and it was perhaps this time itself, which actually prepared him for his future, he was no longer pampered and quickly lost his weight becoming thinner by the day, his job also began to shape him physically but most of all, though he had never thought the world a wonderful place, he like many protected children had still seen it through a honey glaze and now that was lifted. Life was hard and every bit of money he brought home from his job was hounded by his father into more drinks and more anger, and though he never took it out physically on Heike for that was not the kind of man he was he did yell quite often and tell him that he should just give up because he was useless and his dream was crap. At the time Heike had silently taken it but hated him for it, later he realized the trouble his father had been going through and would forgive him for it in his mind at least. This continued on and on for over a year till he was seven, all the while he trained with his weapons and despite no formal training he had developed his own understanding concerning them, he was already exceptional with the bow though he fired completely different from the general style and was well crafted in the blade even if he still had many exploitable forms. He and his father had been huddled under an abandoned storefront along the market street for ages now, they simply hid their things in a nearby alley during the day and nobody could say they were hurting anything. Thus Heike left for his job one day, he had to admit it could be much worse off for he could be one of those children being worked to death in the fabric or weapons industries that were becoming so productive thanks to the economy. By comparison his job was almost rainbows and kittens, the pay was not bad either and when Heike left later that evening, three weeks from his birthday he decided he would go spend it on some good food at the local grocery as his way of saying happy birthday to himself, may fathers wrath come as it may he thought. So leaving the deli many hours later and plenty satisfied he proceeded home to tell his father, whom he knew would be drunk beyond belief, how a vicious gang of criminals had stolen his money on the way home, he even thought about telling him they said they were going to be taking his money on a daily basis now for he knew his father who became more lethargic with every day would do nothing about it.

So did the second event to shape Heike life take place and this time it would send him down the path of a outcast warrior. Looking back at it now he was a fool for not noticing the signs, jaundice, itching, fatigue, confusion, it was all so blatantly obvious but perhaps a mixture of the child’s age and the fact that his father had been this way since his mothers “disappearance” had added to it, but still Heike beat himself up over it for years to come because as a boy who had lost one parent already you’d think he would have been more careful. After all it was not as if he hated his father, on the contrary even in his constantly drunken state, even when he was yelling at him, he still loved him because he realized that his father had tried so hard when he was younger. For he came home to his little hole in the wall, still happy as could be only to find his father leaning over the edge of the vacant stores counter. At first he just sighed because he thought his father had passed out and he was off the hook, then he noticed that his father was bending over in a puddle of his own throw-up and appeared to have soiled himself. At this the boy ran over to him and began shaking him vigorously but there was no response, he tried taking his pulse like he had seen so many medics do to patients in the neighborhood clinic but he had no practice and had no idea what he was really looking for. He began to call for help and try to move his father, hoping that he had just become unbelievably drunk and was passed out beyond belief but that’s when his father just dropped straight to the ground without a twitch on his part and his vacant eyes cast upward into the clear night sky. In the following days there was little fanfare over his fathers death, just another dead homeless man, just because he had a kid they did confirm that he had indeed died from liver failure and moreover acute renal failure as a complication over the years of drinking but other than that he was thrown in a bag and disappeared, likely burned like most of the homeless dead bodies in those days in one giant pit. Such was the way for the inglorious dead, but this was what set Heike off, though they had been kind enough to make these inquiries into his death for the kid they still had nowhere to put him and just threw him back on the street telling him to see if he could work something out with his employer. He would have none of that though, he returned to the shop and pulled away the loose board where he had hidden his weaponry in case of thieves, took the few arrows and rusty old blades he had and the next morning when the first priest at the temple showed up he was waiting on the doorstep.

RP Sample: News traveled like wildfire across Soul Society, ironically it wasn’t any one with power that spread the news but low ranking shinigami, most naturally the battle division and Hizeme’s own division that spread the news faster than others, Hizeme was drinking a cup of tea when the ruckus started. His office was relatively removed from the main hallways and corridors, but that didn’t stop two officers from bursting in while he enjoyed the sun and tea. In all fairness Hizeme didn’t keep up with his division, it was always changing, new people, old people, new people, old people, so logically Hizeme gave up trying to learn there names.

The two that entered were higher up ranked officers, but lower than 3rd seat, which was Hizeme’s cut off for remembering names. On a normal day the vice-captain would burst through his door with this news, but only later did Hizeme learn that the vice captain was already handling the situation at the two farthest gates. Setting his cup down Hizeme looked up at the both of them a brief smile crossed his face as the two sputtered the news at the same time

*There is a run away shinigami*
*A shinigami is trying to escape*
* There is a rouge shinigami in the sewers*
* Several Captains are already on the route*
* It is requested that Captains should assist if possible*

Hizeme’s voice rang out, stern, cold and tired, “Enough, silent both of you; since so many captains are involved, I highly doubt this shinigami will get very far, in fact I doubt he will even make it to the gates, now any else gentlemen… errrm gentleman and woman” Hizeme didn’t notice the female at first, a sad fortune indeed because she was quite cute.

Both of them replied at the same time
*Fourth Division is involved, several injured, the target is moving towards the gates as we speak*

For once in a great while, Hizeme actually felt nervous, in all of his time, runners have never made it as far as his pearly gates, but this sounded a bit serious, scoffed at yes, but taken lightly no. Hizeme ran over a few objectives in his mind, which gate would the fool choose, which section is he currently in, where could he possibly be going, but he settled on a course of action and decided that it was time to stick with it.

“Alright here is what is going to happen, one of you will find the vice-captain and tell him to take the regular gates as for myself I shall take the gate the shinigami is currently headed in, then that person will stay with the vice captain no matter what there orders, the second one will go to the gate monitoring center and rely this message “All Gate Watchers are to immediately secure all gates, no one is to enter or exit without my direct authority, as for everyone on the outside stand by at the gates for further instructions” Now once that happens stay at the monitoring center and await further instructions” The two shinigami looked at each other and the female took off down the hall, while the male stayed in the room for a moment before taking off, Hizeme sighed as the cute shinigami didn’t pick to stay in the monitoring center.

A brisk walk down the hall leads him to the outside, as he left he was informed off all the passing details, where currently the captains were heading, giving Hizeme a general idea of which way to go,; selfish he knew, but Hizeme wanted to meet this shinigami who roused him from his tea, and caused him to actually think about how to set up, clever indeed or foolish, but either way it was certain that he wasn’t going to get past those gates without a broken limb.

Hizeme never believed in luck, everything has a purpose, but lucky for him his division center was close to the senkaimon gate, which was where the shinigami was headed. He crested a small hill and could see the gate ahead, no one was scrabling or moving, two people were lazily sitting around, one was drinking something; Hizeme knew these were his division members to say the least; his voice now returned to its normal bemused tone “It looks like I am early for the party” he said as he made his way towards the gate, the shinigami on guard jumped to salute; stopping he turned on his heels and looked around, he continued to survey the area before realizing a most grevious error “Shit, why on earth didn’t I bring a chair, dam my early pretext” his voice wasn’t angry, annoyed, he should have brought a chair, he didn’t want to stand until the problem was solved, that could take hours in those tunnels, perhaps days if the man is clever enough. A small preliminary report was in his hand, he had taken it as he left the division, just basic information about who the man was, what division, what rank etc etc… recently demoted interesting…. One of Captain Yun’s officers… well this shall be entertaining indeed. A cool breeze filled the air, it blew at his hair, like a haunting melody it whipped and twisted the air around it, Hizeme shivered, the wind told him it’s secrets, “Can you feel them” it whispered, “Something comes this way, are you ready?” as he blew across his face, and as abruptly as it came it left without even a kiss goodbye. Hizeme stood alone, and waited, for what exactly he didn’t know, but he hoped it was fate.

Dude, Nice pics ^^

Anyways, Approved!