Name: Veygo
Nick name/alias: (optional)
Rank: Eh...Regular
Age: 210
Visual Age: 18
Gender: Female
Division: 10
Personality:
Laid back and care free, Veygo often seems like she is in her own little world. Only truely loyal to the music she plays. Veygo, at times, seems to be a bit anarcist, not really into the whole squad thing. She would rather play music then battle. Often experiments with various soul society drugs to enhance her music love. All in all she can be sumed up as a rock loving hippie.
Picture: http://www.advancedanime.com/pictures/normal_top213.jpg
Physical Appearance: Her long red hair is often kept up in twin pig tails. Crystal blue eyes and a beautiful face lead down to a 5'7, slightly curvy body. Her skin is slightly pale, sometimes shining in the right light. She has slender but strong arms leading to slim sholders. She has long, powerful legs that leads up to wide hips. She has B cup breasts that go down to tightly toned abs.
Clothing: Gives up that traditional stuff for a highly modified version. Cut off the sleeves and wraped the top half into a black tube top, showing off the top of her breasts. Wears fingerless black gloves. Shows off her middle by cutting out the middle of the robes. Leaves a bit of the bottum for a slightly short skirt. Wears a red belt that sits crooked over her hips. looses the sandles for knee length black boots.
Traits:
Master of all forms of musical instruments.
Highly influenced by real world pop culture.
History/Background:
EH...for some reason it wont let me edit. So....
Division: Eh...10
History/Background:
Where do you begin? A sperm that would become Veygo found itself it a swarm of others, heading for an egg. It was all it knew...its life...its goal was that egg. It entered into its genetic partner, squirming itself in. Its goal reached...for now.
Veygo was born Lust Santa Creaus in 1845, in a small town located somewhere in the southern United states. She was the daughter of a poor family, one of 20 children. She spend her early days working the small feild near her home, seeing as her family could not afford slaves. The days were hot, the night even hotter as she picked cotton and various food crops in that small feild.
Lust had a natural talent for music. It was apparent from the time she could figure out how to slam a spoon into a pot. She always seemed to have more of a tune then random noise. As she grew up her music matured. She would take old fishing line and tie it to a branch. She would play her crude guitar whenever she had the chance. Her parents wished they could somehow help her grow in her talent, but they could not afford to lose her to school. So little Lust just played her music the best she could.
December of 1863 Lust was killed. It was a time of great concern in her homeland. She was just the victim of circumstances really. Exactly how she did will never be known, though it was thought to be of infection from a rusty scaple she cut herself on.
Death would not stop little Lust love for music. She haunted an old building for some time after her death. She would make her music anyway she could...slamming doors or anything. She was part of an old haunted house tour for a long while. This would not last though, as she was sent along her way to soul society in 1954.
Now in soul society little Lust changed her name. Veygo. It became her stage name as she finally had an audience to play for. Death had brought her a happiness that life could never give her.
Veygo became a soul reaper shortly after she arrived. It was for the money. She played her music in the rukon bars for free, but she needed money to buy more instuments. This is how her life really changed. In the real world she got a hold of drugs. They send her to a place of true creativity. She brought them back to soul society. She soon began to break away from the confomities of soul reapers. She became a bit of a rebel...though not really a dangerous one. She stoped doing missions, and instead became known as a musician in seritai.
Veygo returns to the real world ever so often. She tends to keep up with real world music and fashion. She brings what she finds back to soul society. All in all she is just happy playing her music for whoever will listen.
RP sample:
The Sanshin sent musical notes about, filling the small bar with the sound of slightly sad music. It had been...oh a week or so sence she had taken the part time job here at the rukon district bar. It was not for money or fame, but just to be heard. The shinigami...they were always so stuck up about it. They constantly held her back from playing. It was not so much that they disliked it...they just wanted her to play more traditional things. Traditional was ok...but she needed to be free to go wild once in a while. This was her way to break free.
So there she sat, a black cloak around her. Her face was hidden by the shadow of a hood that sat over her head. Her fingers glided effortlessly over the three strings of the sanshin. She knew the song by heart...it was a traditional japanesse song that had been played for thousands of years. As the song ended the patrons applauded all around. It was early in the evening, to early for them all to be passed out drunk. Veygo looks up at the people, blue eyes scanning the room. It was time to play something...different. She stands and bows to the people as she moves the sanshin out of the way. She goes to a little trunk of instruments she had brought with her. From it she pulls out an acustic guitar and tab. Several patrons looked at it as if it were some sort of super weapon.
Veygo say back in place. She began to play something she had recently heard on a trip to the real world.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYQ7O6V0Fvk&feature=related
She stops, looking up to the crowd. They looked dumbfounded having never heard a guitar before. Slowly one after another begins to clap. Grinning she stands and bows to them. Now it was time to pull out the big gun. She walks back behind the curtan of the stage. She then rolls out an amp and electric guitar. She had stashed it here since she started working. The other shinigami would never understand it probably.
The patrons looked at her like she was some kind of sorceress. None had ever seen an electric guitar obviously. She grins wide as she plugs the amp into the generator she had also...borrowed...from the real world. She plugs the guitar in and sets everything. Then she began...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPzPXEmOHk8&feature=related
The howl of the guitar ends as she looks out at the large crowd that have formed in the bar during. Everyone was staring at her dumbfounded. She turns and pulls the amp with her as she left them to ponder what she had just done. Suddenly the room erupts in claps, mostly of the younger souls in the room. She felt the fullfillment only music brought her.
