Yanagi, Iriai (inactive)

Posts : 336 Join date : 2009-08-05

Name: Yanagi Iriai

Age: 785 years

Visual Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance: Yanagi, Iriai (inactive) Arrancar_oc_by_Yoru92

Mask fragment location: Check out the picture

Hollow Hole location: The hole is in her stomach

Personality: Iriai is a quiet woman. She is very thoughtful, and not very talkative. When she does talk it usually takes her a while to figure out what to say, but when she does there will be no stammering, pauses, 'uhs', or 'y'knows'. She is very strategic, and views nearly everything as a game, getting a sick pleasure from manipulating people like pieces of a board game. Iriai has a love for human food, though it does nothing to sate her never ending hunger, which she can only satisfy through the eating of powerful souls. Yanagi prefers a lack of company, though she will happily have a conversation with someone who seems to feel like they need to have one. Iriai's inner personality is very different than this, however. She is constantly wishing for the company of a single person, though she doesn't know who this person is. This urge causes her to spend a lot of time with individual men to try and find this person, but also causes her to disregard women and the men she has found to be inadequate.

Innate Ability: Iriai's innate talent is a passive one. She was 'reborn' with an outstanding amount of stamina and speed. As a result, her dash is equivalent to a sonido, making her sonido nearly twice what a normal Espa can do.

Posts : 336 Join date : 2009-08-05

History:
History

Life in Death:
Iriai was born, literally, underground. She was born in a cavern built deep within the earth, that her parents had found through a maze of weaving tunnels. This cavern was where her parents had met, and fallen in love despite the father's clan's rules about love. They became lovers and met nearly every day in the cavern, a large hole in a mountain with a small underground lake illuminated by phosphorescent moss that clung to the ceiling. During the labor process the mother died, but Iriai survived. The father had worried about this, paranoid that the curses of his ancestors would get to the child or his lover. He would have preferred it to be the child, but it wasn't. Shaken and destroyed by the death of his lover, the man could hardly look at his daughter. He took the daughter to his sister and left without a word.

Young Assassination:
She would then be raised by his aunt, though she was never told that she was anything other than her mother. She would treat him like a daughter, and raise her right, feed her, and train her in the arts of their clan. Despite the rules of the clan, Iriai became attached to her mother and developed quite the affection for her. At the age ten she was skilled enough to join into the ranks of her clan's assassins. It was then that she had to choose her assassination weapon. At the age of nine she took on a weapon smithy apprenticeship to earn money for her mother and herself, since she was too old to work and she was too young to join ranks. It was then that she had crafted Reido, and Reido would be her weapon of choice. Her first test to join the ranks, however, would prove fatal to her mentality. She was told to assassinate her mother, because she had broken clan laws and was helping an exile of the clan. Iriai thought she was strong enough to do this, but she wasn't. She successfully killed her, but it would shatter her mental state. She went insane, and left the clan to find a new way of life.

The Oath:
iriai began to wander the world, looking for bounties and heads to profit from. However, she failed to realize that these jobs were illegal, and difficult to find. This made things very difficult for her, and she rarely got a job without getting into several fights first. She was a genius at assassinations and infiltrating, however, and proved to be one of the most famous Yanagi clan members on the Black Market. She became somewhat of a sellsword, offering up her fighting skills for money. However, as all good things it came to and end. One day, she took on the wrong job, and was captured by a special enforcement squad designated for black market dealers and associates. Rather than be sent to jail, she killed herself. When she awoke she was a hollow, obviously. She wandered the white desert that was now her home, entering the living world to feed on shinigami and souls when she had to. It was then that she met an Espada, the Espada embarrassed her and defeated her in combat. Iriai swore that she would join the Espada and become stronger than that man.

Becoming an Arrancar:
After one hundred years of feeding on her own kind and others, Iriai was finally strong enough to reach Vasto Lorde rank. It was then that she was brought into the Arrancar race. With the use of a mechanism, her mask was cracked and she was transformed into an Arrancar. She was 'born' with great power, and it didn't take her long to get into the Espada. She got in by killing the Espada that had defeated her before, devouring the Arrancar and taking his place in the Espada. She would then simply continue to climb the ranks by defeating whoever was above her. Through this method she would become strong enough to join the top three Arrancar. As number three, she spent a lot of time with numbers one and two, and quite a bit of time with the three men who had taken power. Primera and Segunda would one day pull her aside and tell her of a plan. They knew that neither had the mental ability to outsmart Aizen, but she did, they needed her help. Though she didn't like the idea, she agreed to help her fellow comrades. In four months they were able to overthrow Aizen and his subordinates, taking over the Arrancar. They would become Los Tres Reyes, and take on their own representations, the poisons of life versus the aspects of death. They grew in power, opposed by none, and it was then that Iriai would lead her armies in a war against the Soul Society. Succeeding, they would forsake the home Aizen had made for them and make their home in the Seiretei.

Subject: Re: Yanagi, Iriai (inactive) Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:29 am

approved, but next be careful about having the right gender.

Posts : 336 Join date : 2009-08-05

RP SAMPLE

Kugo sighed as a man charged at him at full speed. The man was named Haruko, and was a high-level shinigami of the Ragnarock’s 11th division. He raised his blade to Kugo’s rib cage, slashing out at a speed that would amaze and stun most. Kugo simply jumped backward, moving with agility that most wouldn’t expect from someone who focused everything he had into Kidou. However, Kugo had also spent many years training in Shunpo and hand-to-hand combat; he was just not very good with a sword. Haruko continued to slash as Kugo dodged, never coming closer than a half an inch from Kugo. Haruko’s final attack was a clever one. He released his shikai to distract Kugo, casting up a screen of dust because of the force of his reiatsu. As Kugo covered his face, he noticed a movement in the screen. Suddenly, a crescent blade shot forward and toward Kugo’s rib cage. It caught his Haori, and cut it but didn’t reach his skin; Kugo had shunpo’d away too quickly. When the screen cleared Kugo saw Haruko’s shikai for the first time.
The shikai was very similar to a farmer’s scythe, and it looked like it was only good for cutting crops. Kugo contemplated this as Haruko charged once again, the blade coming down on Kugo in a blur of brown and black. Cursing under his breath, he drew Seisen and brought it up to meet the blade. Suddenly, Seisen morphed. In a flash of brilliant purple light it turned into an elegant staff. The staff was made of pure black steel, with a head that looked to be made of amethyst. It was beautifully carved, and gilt in silver. Pushing on the heavy scythe, he sent Haruko back a few meters as he took up a defensive stance. He raised the staff to chest level, keeping it parallel to the ground and firmly grasped in his right hand. He raised his left hand and began to condense reiatsu around it. "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." He commanded, as the reiatsu formed into two blue-white orbs. Hado number seventy-three, Sōren Sōkatsui. Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down!” They shot forward, arching around as they came in to crash on either side of Haruko. As they met they exploded, covering the area in blue-white flames and smoke. When the smoke finally cleared, Haruko was nowhere to be seen. He reappeared to Kugo’s left, only landing for a second before shunpo’ing to his right.
Haruko disappeared once again, reappearing exactly where Kugo had expected: Right above him. The scythe blade came down as Haruko fell straight toward Kugo. Raising his left hand to the sky he didn’t even bother with an incantation. White lightning formed around his finger tips and fired into the air, singing the man’s shoulder and cutting into the bone. ”Hado number four, Byakurai. White Lightning!” He howled in pain, spiraling in the air to land on his feet once again. Dropping the scythe, he cursed under his breath and admitted defeat. There was no way he could continue with the spar without his good arm, no way could he carry his shikai with one hand, and no way could he win without shikai. Kugo bowed to him, sealing his shikai into the form of a blade once again. Placing the blade back in its sheath, he walked over to examine the wound. With little effort he healed it back up, leaving a massive scar as a reminder of the battle. ”Next time, think before you act. You 11th divisions really need to keep a straight head in battle. It isn’t always about going full force.” He said, feeling like he was preaching. As if Haruko knew exactly what Kugo was thinking, he responded in an aggravated tone.

”Alright, alright. Keep your lectures to yourself, old man. I could have beaten you if I wasn’t afraid of killing you.” He said confidently, grabbing his blade with white-knuckle force. He placed the blade back in his black obi sash and stood back up. Cursing under his breath, he turned to leave.
”You’re leaving so soon? So you really don’t want my training?” Kugo asked with mock disappointment. The truth was training 11th division shinigami was a pain for anyone outside of the 11th division. They were so hot headed at times. He smiled at Haruko as he turned slowly, a look of confusion on his face. ”The deal was that if I won you’d train me.” He said to Kugo, obviously not happy about the fact that he had lost. He was even more pissed when he saw Kugo smiling. Turning around, he snapped back his fist in preparation to punch Kugo in the jaw. Suddenly, Kugo was two inches away from him. His slim, bony fingers wrapped around both Haruko’s wrist and his neck. The strength that Kugo possessed was easy to measure when he was that close, and Haruko felt the air draining from his body.
As Haruko gasped for air, Kugo began to talk. ”Listen, Haruko. You don’t like the way I do things you can leave. But never raise a fist to me unless we are training, you got that? Now, it is my obligation to train anyone who wants my training. You were the idiot that made the bet, and I’m a betting man. So, do you want the training or not?” He asked in a slightly malicious tone. Suddenly realizing that Haruko couldn’t speak without oxygen, he loosened his grip on Haruko’s throat and let him drop limply to the ground. Haruko gasped for air, taking in as much as he could for several seconds before wheezing a response. ”Of course I want the damned training. I need my bankai, and I need it fast.”
”Good, we begin next week at dawn. Until then, learn how to think.” Kugo replied, before turning around and walking away from the training arena. When he reached the trees he shunpo’d away, leaving Haruko to think and breathe.

FROM BLEACH RP

I don't normally do this length, but its a good one ^-^
It was the product of a good day and a lot of music

Subject: Re: Yanagi, Iriai (inactive) Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:36 am

approved, as I know your ability as well

» Kaki vs. Yanagi Iriai
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» Going to be inactive until the coming Sunday.