Vegata! What does the scouter say about his power level? "IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAND!"

Actual Age: Completely unknown to anyone but him, But taking his name and general disposition is assumed to have been born in the 16th century or before, During the nobility of the Akiyama reign. However, If anyone took the time to check, They'd notice that he graduated from the academy over two millennia ago, Making him quite possibly one of the first classes to graduate from it. Also making him extremely old. Ontop of that, it is unknown how long he lived in the Rukongai, making his actual age range anywhere from 2200 to however high a person wishes to dream.

Weight:
152~

Height:
5'11"

Race:
Vizard

Rank:
Ex-Captain of the eleventh division

Looks:
Akiyama has a small build, Only just barely on the tall side, And with small amounts of muscle defining his features here and there. However despite this he has proven himself to be extremely strong, on par with any other captain of the eleventh division, and infact stronger than most of them. His body is absolutely devoid of fat, From a combination of eating very little, And from extreme sessions of training. His body has some scarring, Most of it minor, Except for one scar. This is a massive scar which descends from the left side of his neck to over his shoulder, Down over where his left nipple should be (But isn't, Due to the fact that it was cut off when the scar was formed) And tapering quickly between his waist and left hip before ending. The scar, At it's widest, Is probably 6 inches long.

His other main scar is on his right side. It is a long scar across the outside of his flesh, Directly over his fourth rib. The way it looks makes it evident the entire flesh was sliced apart over the rib, And it also makes it evident that no stitches were ever applied to it, Merely Gauze to hold it together.

His hair is long, Tied into a loose pony tail at the back, With the tie in the middle. It's quite long, a few inches past his shoulders, And a jet black color. His hair is naturally straight, As most asian people's is, And rather thin. He could style it, But he finds it a waste of time, and as such never does. In the front, His hair is long enough to cover his eyes, But he doesn't let it grow any longer.

As for his facial hair, There is none. He is clean shaven, However if he doesn't shave for a couple days he will grow a nice little Five o' clock shadow. He rarely lets this happen though.

Now for his eyes...They seem to be perfectly normal, However a secret lies behind him. He has absolutely no receptors in the back of his eyes, Making him completely blind. From outward appearences noone would guess, As his eyes developed completely normally in every other way. He mostly works around this with elevated senses in other places, Mainly his ability to sense, and even "see" reitsu, And his hearing.

His face is strong and austure, Which sharp angles and a serious chin. It inspires fear in his enemies, And confidence in his allies.

He will usually be wearing a pair of Hakama(Black), A Kosode(Also black), Pair of black Tabi, And a pair of waraji. The Kosode is tied off by a white obi around his waist, Which is often where he puts his sword. If anyone even remotely looked at him they would notice that this is the uniform of a shinigami, Albeit missing a Shitagi. The thing that Definitivly proves him as a shinigami is the scarf. A semi long scarf, With a single tail reaching down to his waist, It is the same color as a Haori would be, And the end is emblazoned with the Symbol of the 11th division. He still has his Haori, However he doesn't feel he has the right to wear it any longer.

While in a Gigai he may be wearing various things, But usually something to blend in. He however, Doesn't use Gigai's very much.

Personality:
Yoshirou is a very serious person. He dislikes people calling him by his first name, Even asking those people who might be called his friends to call him Akiyama-sama, Or Akiyama-san. If someone is openly allowed by him to use Yoshirou then he really does like them, Which is a rare thing to happen.

However, he does get un-serious very rarely. This usually takes the form of sarcasm or caustic humor, or even on the rarest of rare occasions, Flirting. This will usually be facilitated by imbibing alcohol, As otherwise he is able to keep himself from losing his austere manner with a high rate of success.

He guards his heart with a heavy hand. He doesn't like letting people get too close to who he really is, being much more happy to just deal with them using his outer shell. However a few secrets lie within him that may be of import.

Yoshirou loves fighting, yet despises it. He hates the idea of fighting, to the point where his own actions have made him become violently sick after the fact. Fighting is pointless, the art of brutes and thieves...Or so he tells himself.

In truth, His body loves the rush, and so does he. The adrenaline coursing through his veins, The sweat creeping down his skin, blood pounding in his ears. The feel of his fist connecting into something, The sound of two swords clanging together..This all excites him, and it is what he truely loves in life. Because of this he hates himself for loving it so much.

He is a very simple man in his way of life. He prefers to sleep on a floor, With a small pillow, If any. He prefers to eat rice, And occasionally fish. He prefers to spend most of his day training, Training to do that which he hates so much, And yet loves at the same time. He prefers to stay away from other people on the whole, Unless he must socialize. He does not allow himself very many pleasures, Nor vanities.

One vanity he does allow himself is his scarf. He dislikes his scar. He believes upon seeing it people will instantly place him into a category of fighters, of brute's and thieves. For that reason he almost always wears the scarf, To hide the scar from prying eyes.

In love he is a hermit. He prefers to finish off any lust by his own hand, however if necessary he will go out and use someone else's. As for romantic love, he has never shown any evidence of being infatuated with anyone, ever. It is possibly he just keeps it all in, another way of punishing himself.

He is in truth a kind man, although he doesn't like to show it. Many of the scars he has were acquired by taking a hit for one of his comrades, knowing it would do far less damage to him then it would to them. He usually doesn't act very kind though, As he doesn't want people clinging to him.

Mar Unha is one of the few people he is somewhat kind to, perhaps because of the children's home he runs. He quite often drops by with presents for the kiddies, And sake for the master of the house.

As for his inner hollow..He has very mixed feelings. He despises the fact that there is something else residing in his body which may at one point grow stronger than him, and take over his body...But he loves the boost it is in fighting. His inner hollow is very strange compared to most. He is not overly aggressive, He is infact rather sophisticated. However he is just a bloodthirsty as any wall street business man, And quite often kicks Yoshirou when he's down, exploiting the fact that being within his head allows him to see his greatest insecurities. Yoshirou, Admirably, Has never faltered under these attacks, And always rebukes his inner hollow. His body is his, And if he gives it up it will be in death. Or so he tells his inner hollow.


Life Information
Day of Birth:April 7th. This is one of the few facts about his mortal life that most people will ever gleam from him, Merely because he decided to relent on the whole trend of birthdays.
Day of Death:He was killed on July 6th, In the middle of the winter.
Place of Birth:Somewhere in Japan.
Place of Living:Also, Somwhere in japan.
Group of Alliance:Mar Unha.

Background Information
History:

Prelude

The Human life of Yoshirou Akiyama is not knowledge to anyone but him, And thus will not be described within this history. However what is known is that he was a member of the Akiyama family during his life. How high up is not known, But it is assumed he was the head of the family or near because of the way he seems to act. He is thought to have died in battle as well, as he has sometimes remarked on how closely "Live by the sword and Die by the sword" applied to him, One of his rare jokes.

His life in the Rukongai is not very well known, However with a bit of digging someone could find out, So i will describe it to the best of my ability.

The gathering clouds/Life in the Rukongai

He was reborn into the Zaraki District, #80, One of the most lawless places in the rukongai, and a place most would think to not be a good place for a blind man. However, Yoshirou was apparently skilled at fighting, As he never had too much trouble. Infact, Several people would make plans to gang the blind man, And then the next day they'd be mysteriously bruised and refusing to talk about where they got the bruises. Feel free to draw your own conclusions from this.

Even in these days his reiatsu was huge, captain level certainly. He never seemed to think this as strange, which may indicate that even when he was alive he had spiritual energy, in large quantities. It didn't take him any time at all to "see" again with his spiritual awareness. He could infact accurately describe the buildings of the seireitei in shape in size, (Color eludes him, except for the color of the reiatsu, which always seems to be an annoying shade of light blue) as they were all made out of spiritons. This also indicates he used his spiritual awareness in his living life to "see", and has infact enhanced it to the point of forming an approximation for sight from it.

His reiatsu infact annoyed him to a degree, As he wasn't always that good at controlling it, And sometimes shredded perfectly good clothing with an unwanted release. Anyone who gleamed this information from the older people in the 80th district (If there are any) might draw that his reiatsu increased dramatically when he died.

He didn't exactly know it yet, But he was a shinigami for all intents and purposes. Just without any training of any sort, Although soon he will begin training himself.

Roughly ten years after his rebirth into the Rukongai, He began to train. Using a well made sword he acquired somehow (Some people say he took it from a man he killed, Many more say though an old man gave it to him for some help he provided). He would go into those outer portions of the rukongai that appear to be woods, And he would train both his swordsmanship (Although this needed little training according to a few sources that had seen him fight with a simple stick effectively enough to hold off multiple armed opponents) and his control over his own spiritual pressure.

He would return to the more populous section of the rukongai, Specifically his home, District #80, On a regular basis, Roughly every month, To check up on people. If you were to do a little digging, You could find out he had a "family" there. An old couple who had taken in several child spirits. He took care of them, Making sure nobody hassled them, And quite often brought back presents for them. This revealed a kindness within him that rarely otherwise came out.

Over the course of a decade of training he learned to control his spiritual pressure to the point where he manifested his own zanpakuto, And began to try and find it's spirit. His first ever contact with his spirit came during a waking dream during meditation, Or a hallucination. Take your pick of what you want to call it. He saw himself, Sitting ontop of a rough ocean, With a figure nearby. A storm was raging, Waves crashing over him and rain pummeling him from above. With all this he couldn't make out shape nor sound from the figure, although he had the feeling it was trying to talk to him.

That night he had the dream, Except sleeping this time, and much more vivid. This time he could make out the shape of the figure in the storm. It was a woman, About as tall as he was, wearing blue robes. Her skin seemed to be a pale blue as well, Almost as if her entire being was made out of ice.

This was the first of many dreamy encounters with the woman, Until he finally learned her, and his Zanpakuto's, name.

Ame no Tengoku, The Rain of the Heavens.

Glorious Rain, Never go away/Beginnings in the Gotei Thirteen

And with that, Yoshirou released his shikai, Covering the land in rain. If you ask around you'll hear tale of how it rained all over the districts near 80 on one day. If you put two and two together, You might figure that that was the first day he released his shikai.

He decided that day he would become a shinigami. Having heard tale of them, And infact remembering the one who sent him back (As a rare exception to the rule, Yoshirou remembers his entire life as a human. As another rare exception, Yoshirou dislikes talking about himself.). He wanted to help people, Contrary to his indifferent attitude. Bidding farewell to the family he had put himself up with during his short stays in the rukongai, and promising to return with presents, He left for the Shinōreijutsuin.

It took him a while to walk there, How much time is unsure, Tales abound of him taking anywhere from a day to a year, He is mysteriously silent on the length of time, as he is on most questions concerning himself.

However once there he given the proficiency exam, And found to be extremely powerful, Already possessing captain level reiatsu, and already possessing his shikai with no former training. They gave him very different classes, High level ones for controlling his shikai and reiatsu better, And beginners ones for skills such as Kidou.

He excelled in all of his classes, without exception, becoming a masterful canidate for the Gotei thirteen. In light of his extreme physical combat skills he was placed in the eleventh division upon graduation, To the rank of fourth seat, making him one of the few people in there who was also good at kidou. He initially got hazed a little for using kidou, But after proving that he doesn't need it to fight, (Much to the chargrain of the third seat) He was mostly left alone.

Very soon he was given his first mission in the real world, a solo mission to take out a strong hollow that had been rambunctiouning around the Siberian plain, the person assigned to the area needing some assistance. He went, And had his first true encounter with a hollow. While he had seen and killed them while he was living, he had never truely known what they are. They are a prison for pure souls, and a war armor for the corrupt. they must be destroyed, at all costs. And thus he took on this mission with gusto.

He met up with the shinigami who was assigned to the area, one Kyo Saito. He wasn't a very experienced shinigami, however he was more experienced than Yoshirou. The difference between them was power. Yoshirou had the relative Reiatsu of a captain. Kyo didn't.

Thus, The two set out to kill this hollow, Plunging Kyo into his first fight against something quite this strong.

It didn't take them long to find it..Or rather it to find them. With Yoshirou's reiatsu filling the air, It came right to them, Thinking it could find a tasty meal. What it did find was a shinigami that had eluded it twice, And a shinigami ready to kill it. The fight was quick and short, Yoshirou's over-powering reiatsu making the difference, A quick slice through it's oversized head finished the bout.

The other shinigami was rather happy, Hopping around similar to a cricket, But Yoshirou was calm, As he always is. However, His look turned to preparedness again within a few seconds. Turns out that hollow wasn't the actual one ravaging the area..Turns out it was much weaker then the one that was actually doing it. How does Yoshirou know this? He can feel the actual one coming towards them, At least five times the strength of the weaker hollow.

And thus, the real battle starts. This hollow is much larger, Much more individual. It was powerful too, It's spiritual pressure bordering on Menos, A few more feedings, And one mass feeding, And it could turn into a gillian quite easily. It was easily 12 feet tall, Hunched over and walking on it's hands as it was. It looked quite like a gorilla, A massive, Brute-force powered beast, No thought about it. However this couldn't be true, As no hollow could survive this long, With three recorded Shinigami kills, and not be intelligent.

And this was proven as instead of attacking, The hollow merely waited..and watched. Then, With vicious speed, It was ontop of Yoshirou. But the man's blade was already raised, Digging into the fist that had been aimed for him, That was the size of his entire upper torso, A lean arm stopping the massive fist. With a push of his shoulder, The blade hacks the hand in half, four fingers falling to the ground as blood flows from the beasts stumps. It moves back, Suprised at this whelp's strength, And then Yoshirou does something he generally doesn't do anymore. He lets his reiatsu flow, Much more freely, A huge amount encompassing the area, Surpassing his rank by far. The other shinigami, Who had been standing back by almost 200 yards, Falls to his knees. The hollow however, Despite feeling the pressure, Stands up taller, On his legs, Straightening his spine in his defiance, And that was the beasts mistake. Pride felled this massive shinigami killer, As Yoshirou Shunpo's with ease, His blade Digging into the beasts soft abdominal flesh before flicking up, Cleaving through the sternum, Then Neck, Then mask and skull.

The beast, Dead, Falls to it's knees, Yoshirou stepping backwards to dodge it's corpse, His Shihakusho is already soiled with it's black blood. It's body begins to dissolve into Spiritons, And suddenly from behind it, A giant gate rises from the ground in a second, It's size making the speed a bit awe-inspiring. It opens, And Yoshirou is suddenly...Amazed. These are the gates of hell which he has read about. The doors to the place where sinful souls are forever punished for their mis-deads...How...Beautiful.. They are clearly defined to him, Just because of the pure spiritual pressure emanating from them, almost a pure black color. The soul of a russian man is dragged into them, Never to be seen again.

And that is how Yoshirou finished his first assignment as a soul reaper. After being thanked greatly by the shinigami, He returned to the soul society. He was even given a medal, A speech from his captain on doing such a great honor for the soul society, Killing a hollow and avenging the death of three fellow shinigami. He was..Happy. He felt he had fought for a reason, Instead of senselessly, As he had to in the rukongai. Fighting to purify souls, What greater reason can there be?

He took on three more such hollow extermination missions before he was assigned his first role as protecting a region and exterminating any hollows plaguing it. He was in this position for a decade, And he killed many hollows, for the size of the area, About one a week.

There were many small villages in this area, 5 to be exact, with the largest one being in the north. The villages were really a frontier of civilization, as there was nothing for several tens of miles in any direction. Unknown to him, The largest one was called Karakura.

This assignment ended, and he was drawn back to the soul society, given a pat on the back and put back on wait for missions, which he got, as always. After hundreds of missions that were assignments or hollow exterminations, He was given one that to this day shakes him to his core. Hunt down a fellow shinigami, One from division 11, As he was. One who he had fought alongside in 3 of those missions..One who he had trained with, One who was his friend. He had apparently decided to go rouge...And now Yoshirou's mission was to hunt him down.

He set off, It was a solo mission. The man was only a sixth seat, Yoshirou should have no trouble with him. His blade was seated in his sash, And it's spirit, the graceful woman, Was consoling him almost. He felt extreme sorrow for what he might to have to do, and as it turns out, what he will have to do.

He found the Man in the real world, In a city called New York. The place was huge, An amazing sight for Yoshirou, for whom all his missions had been in desolate places, Or small towns, But nothing this big or advanced. He found him in a back ally, and told him that if he came back peaceably, There wouldn't be any major retribution.

However the shinigami didn't listen.. and he attacked, His blade drawn, And he attempted to slash in a shunpo. Seeing this quite clearly, Yoshirou just steps to the side, His foot sticking out, Tripping the man, Causing him to fall, flat onto his face. He stood up again though, With the relentlessness that Eleventh division members so often possess, and attacked again. Yoshirou drew his blade in defense, Pushing the other mans sword back, and fighting purely defensively, pleading the man to come back, to stop fighting. Telling him that Yoshirou may be forced to kill him.

He didn't listen though, And released his shikai, A lighting based one, A segmented whip of lightning named Shippoo no Inazuma. And with that, He attacked, coming at Yoshirou from three angles, Causing the sword to bend so he can manage this. Yoshirou simply raises his blade and with a slash, causes the whip to go flying to the side. He tells the man not to trifle with him, and releases his own zanpakuto. At that moment it begins to rain, drenching both men quickly as they stood at opposite ends of the alley, staring eachother down. The other man made the first move, charging towards him, And Yoshirou attacked. His blade raised high he brings it down, The sword going past the other mans, Aimed for the nerve in his shoulder that would disable his entire arm when hit. However, the other man moved, To the side and..Yoshirou's sword impaled between his ribs, As the other mans went through the soft flesh on the side, Scraping one of ribs and coming out the back. However Yoshirou's sword did much damage, Having gone straight through the heart, Killing the man.

Blood flowed down Yoshirou's sword, Both men just standing there with their swords through eachother's bodies. The man's last words were "Good job.. You got me.. Oni-san." And with those words he falls, Sliding off of the blade, Dead.

He called Yoshirou Oni-san, because Yoshirou was his older brother. He had died nearly forty years after yoshirou, causing him to appear much older, But in truth Yoshirou was the elder. They had met up again in the seireitei, Nearly a century after the younger's death. They had only been with eachother again for a decade before Yoshirou was forced to kill his own brother.

He returned to the Seireitei a day later. Received commendations for slaying the rouge shinigami, He would have been executed anyway. He was given a slight rebuke for staying so long in the human world, as he honestly told them he killed Jiro Akiyama nearly 25 hours before returning, But they were willing to overlook it. He was promoted to third seat of the eleventh division that day.

The scar he got in that battle is one of his saddest, and one he has never allowed anyone to touch. It got infected, and he was bed-ridden for a month, but he refused to let anyone apply ointment or healing kidou, the most he let them do is wrap it up with gauze, saying "If my brother will kill me from beyond the grave, he has the right.." However he got over it. He secretly hates himself for living past his brother's final attack, he had made peace with death in the Fourth division's hospital wards.

Ominous storm, Darkening Clouds/Gaining Bankai

Thus, He was now the third seat of the eleventh division, A prestigious rank for sure. However he was incredibly mournful now. He had always merely disliked senseless fighting, But now he disliked fighting, period, making him a strange fit for the rank. However he could not deny the rush it gave him, and he allowed himself to fight, but only in the purest of ways. Spars he would do occasionally, but not often, and the main brunt of his fighting he did with hollows.

He got assigned more brutal missions to exterminate hollows now, Taking out Menos Grande, Even an Occasional Adjuchas. He was strangely brutal to the hollows, Almost as if he was taking his own anger at himself out at them. He killed hundreds of the beasts, always asking for another assignment. In this way he has literally been all over the world, although he has never stopped to sight-see.

With the death of his brother at his own hands, He became cold. He retracted himself even further into himself then he had been before, socializing with noone. The most socializing he would do is a spar, But he never released his sword in these, He never used Kido. He would use pure strength and stamina to win, Even beating the lieutenant in a spar.

As a note, there was one exception to his non-socializing. His captain. They were friends, in a strange way that resulted in them only having conversations when they crossed swords. They always stopped before either could win, not wanting to change their relationship with a victory or a defeat. He was really the only person Yoshirou continued to talk to.

A decade later, After the Lieutenant's unfortunate death at the hands of an arrancar, Yoshirou was promoted to lieutenant. There was a mild debate over whether he was mentally stable enough to take the position, but his captain vouched for him and they decided to give him a trial so to say. A period of testing.

He did well. Yoshirou was nothing if not diligent in his job. He did paperwork even, which was a miracle for the eleventh division, who had been known to send in papers they'd signed using their swords, Making the forms look like confetti. He however was still a recluse, not talking much at the meetings, simply sitting there, nodding occasionally. It was obvious he was paying attention, But he just didn't want to talk to anyone. If anyone directed a question at him, He would answer, But that was it.

He began to train, and train harder, Harder then he'd been training before. He can feel himself so close to bankai, So very close, And he pushes his sword to it's limit, and his body to it's, trying to attain that point of perfect harmony with the soul of your sword. He Practiced in private of course, Away from prying eyes. He did not like people seeing his swords release, As he is a man who values his secrets. And while training for bankai he had a habit of becoming very destructive to the area around him, such is the nature of his weapon. He would raze tracts of forests, Leave deep gouges within stone. However, nothing was doing. He could never seem to get closer to finally reaching his bankai.

He kept training over the next year, Before after one session which practically killed him, He actually released it. He was amazed, the power he felt, before he passed out, his sword sealing itself as he fell to the ground.

He trained his bankai for the next 20 years, gaining greater control of it before the mission came in which he would finally have to use it.

The Flash of Lightning/Death of a captain

The mission was involving a particularly powerful disturbance in the real world. A group of Adjuchas, had been raiding an area in southern Africa, And had already killed 7 shinigami sent to dispatch them. Now the Central 46 has decided to send a captain in the light of these events, and the captain chose to take his lieutenant with him.

And this is how Yoshirou's life began to change yet again. Him and his captain went to the real world, And waited for the orders with the next location of the hollows to come in. Neither of them talked, They just waited, Until the orders came in, and then they moved, Their speed causing them to be a blur as they went to the location.

It was a large plain, a good place for a fight. A village could be seen a half mile, maybe three quarters of a mile off, and was most likely the target of these hollow. Both Yoshirou and his captain drew their swords, and they waited for the garganta to form.

They didn't have to wait long, as less then a minute later it formed, tessalating blackness forming in midair before four hollows, all Adjuchas level, Step through. Being adjuchas they are mostly human shaped. One is much larger then the others, with spike seeming to be growing all over his body. One is as small as a child, And seems to have very long protrusions from the back of it's arms. The other two seem to be twins, Both appearing very lizard like, With horns growing back from their masks. They didn't take very long to assess their situation and attack, However the largest one seemed to step back, waiting almost. The Lizard twins dashed towards the captain, Before suddenly jumping and attacked him from both sides. He raise his hands and merely blocked their blows with his bare palms.

The tiny one dashed towards Yoshirou, And he lost conscience track of his captains fight, focusing mainly on his own. The tiny hollow was fast, and he had to focus on it. It's first attack was a simple enough one, Swinging it's arm down. Yoshirou raised his sword to fend this off, Pushing back to try and move the hollow further away from him, Reiatsu charging in his left hand as he prepares for a kidou. The hollow comes back, Flipping forward onto it's hands, It's leg coming down with momentum like a swinging axe. He blocks this with his sword again, Or at least tries to. What actually happens is that the little things speed exceeds his, And his sword goes slicing up it's side while it's leg comes crashing down onto his head.

This had the effect of sending him down, Hard, Leaving a small crater in the ground as he hits, Fallen on his back. However, Thanks to his concentration, The kidou is still charging, And raising his left hand he releases it.

"Soren Sokatsui!"

Not just one, But two blasts of blue energy erupt upwards into the small Adjuchas, Sending into flying into the air, Dealing great damage to it's body. Yoshirou stands up, And with a small bend of his knees he goes after it, Sword raised to strike. But this battle was not to be over so soon. The blasts, having combined into one, Were suddenly split apart by the Adjuchas's form ripping through them. The protrusions that were formerly coming out of the back of it's arms are now pointing forward, Their purpose as blades revealed as it Slashes at Yoshirou, The attack being blocked by slashing back, Sword clashing against over-size claw. However now the second one comes into play, Stabbing towards Yoshirou's gut. A turn stops it, Causing it to only slice through skin, Drawing some blood.

With that wound the battle has truely begun and he moves backwards, Using shunpo to do it rather quickly, And releases his Zanpakuto. As he does it begins to rain, And now he dashes forward. Using his shikai upon the Adjuchas to attack from all directions. In a short minute, He kills it.

He turns around just in time to see his captain battling the giant Adjuchas, The two lizard ones dead. He seals and sheaths his blade, Knowing his captain won't want any help in the fight, and merely watches. The beasts mace like fist crashes down and the Taicho blocks it with his bare palm. He hand't even released his zanpakuto yet, as evident by the sealed sword that flies up, cutting through the beasts wrist at an angle before he dashes up, cutting through the beasts head, having gotten tired of this fight.

The captain turns to his lieutenant, Grinning, remarking about how that was pitifully easy. Yoshirou smiles, a rare action, only spurred on by a good fight, and nods, Before his eyes go wide. Unknown to his captain a garganta had opened up behind him and out stepped an arrancar, Cero Charged, Before blasting it, hitting his captain square in the back of the head at a point blank range. Now this usually wouldn't kill a captain, But then again this wasn't any arrancar. This was an Espada. At Point blank range, unexpected, this knocked the captain out, nearly killing him. Of course, Eleventh division is too tanacious to be taken out by merely a headshot.

The arrancar turned to Yoshirou, As he was still was alive, And it was a woman. Rather attractive too, With a rose stenciled on the inside of her neck. She drew a blade, A German style longsword, Fitting with her long blonde hair, And stabbed it through the softer flesh of Yoshirou's captains neck, Killing him instantly.

Now this was not a good thing to do infront of Yoshirou. She mis-calculated him to not be a threat due simple to the lieutenants armband he is wearing. Drawing his sword, His reiatsu rises slightly, But not much, still allowing her to think him weak. He tells her that it is not polite to fight someone without knowing their name. He tells her his captain's name, and then his own. She scoffs, before introducing herself as Espina. He then tells her to come at him, And she obliges, Rushing, A quick overhead slash, expected to kill him.

However it doesn't go quite like that. His sword rises and blocks it with ease, His strength quite obviously matching hers. Also, His free hand, the left one, Points out towards her midsection as all he says is..

"Haien."

Blasting a purple mass of spiritual pressure at her midsection. Because of the fact that it was casted with no previous gathering of reiatsu or incantation, It was weak. But it was still strong enough to burn straight through her hierro and a good inch of flesh, leaving her bleeding quite badly as she is thrust backwards, Staggering, almost falling. She calls him a wretch, And says she will kill him slowly now. She releases her blade, A vine growing over and consuming it, Roses seeming to bloom on her shoulders made from the same material as a hollow mask. A crown forms atop her head, cresting out of her hair. She introduces her ressurection as the Queen of the blood roses. True to the name, Roses start growing on the vines now wrapped around her blade and that are now completely forming her left arm. He remarks that that is rather obvious, But that wench would be a more appropriate title. He is baiting her, quite obviously. And it works. She whips her left arm, the form suddenly shifting to one of lower entropy. From arm to several thorned and flowered vines. With barely a though he releases his shikai, And slices through all of them, Using his own special way of battle, Charging reiatsu upon the edge of his blade to help him cut through the Hierro that was most likely present. The rain that started to fall was help too, As it's much easier to aim at something when it slows down.

She cries out, in pain. She probably deserves the rank of Novena, She's not very experienced. Baitable, Not covering her weak points, attacking without knowing what she might be up against. She deserved to have those wretched tentacles cut short, if only by a foot. She charges at him, The vines around what was her blade seeming to draw back, A scythes blade coming out of them, The shaft extending through what previously was the handle. Apparently she can store it within the size of a sword, which should make for interesting combat. His blade whips around, Hitting the shaft square on even as he pulls his sheath out of his obi, Blocking the vines that he just cut that are coming back for some more. She left herself wide open again though. Lifting his foot, He uses yet another Kidou.

"Rikujokoro."

And with that Six bars of light form around her, Immobilizing her. This is all he needs to finish her off. Drawing back from her vicious embrace he shunpos above he, Stabbing his sword down, through her skull with extreme force, Causing the bone to actually shatter into many pieces, Blood and bits of flesh flying around, as his sword descends into the stump of her neck. Using his own reiatsu as a platform to stay above her her draws his sword out, Flicking it to fling the blood off, And sheaths it, Sealing his shikai, And replaces it in within his Obi. And then, Without missing a beat, He grabs her sword, Now back to it's sealed state, And then the body of his captain, Slinging it over his shoulder.

He had shut down really. He had watched the only person he was truely close to killed infront of him, and then he killed the person who did it. He was on Auto-pilot for all intents and purposes as he opened a Senkaimon and returned to soul society. He went to the Captain's meeting hall and deposited the body there, infront of the Captain Commander, Saying that this is the body of his captain, and upon laying the sword next to him states that it is the sword that killed him. He then passed out, Falling to the ground. This was not neccesarily from fatigue or exhaustion, but more because of the fact that he was temporaily overwhelmed by the death of what is most likely the only person he is close to.

The peel of thunder/Attaining the rank of Captain

He woke up in the general hospital of the fourth division, Still wearing his clothing, and still stained with blood, thus he figures it must only be an hour, maybe less, after he passed out. He grimaces slightly as he thinks of that, being alone he is free to make facial expressions. He passed out. Infront of the Sotaicho of the Goteijusanti. That can't be a good impression to make...And...He's dead.

That though predominates his mentality, his entire being. The one person he was even a little close to is dead, killed right in front of him ontop of that. He takes a small amount of consolation that he returned the favor to his killer, even using the same method to kill the rosey bitch. He suddenly leans over the side of the bed, puking violently onto the floor, just from the thought of that fight.

This finally attracts a nurse in, And she pushes him back onto his bed, warning him not to fall off, and telling him not to worry about the vomit, someone will clean it up. She asks him a few questions, and he gives short, almost brisk ansswers, Before realizing he might be being a little rude, and gives a bit more in his answers.

She gets all she wants and leaves, a janitor coming in to clean up the vomit, before he leaves too, leaving Yoshirou alone with his thoughts again.

However he is not alone for long. After a few minutes, Sotaicho Kensei, The Captain of the first division, Enters into his room. Yoshirou sits up quickly, Apologizing for fainting infront of the man. Yoshirou had always thought the Sotaicho looked a little strange, His head hair silver, His face hair black. His clothing is strange as well, diverting far from the usual shinigami attire. He's quite obviously a physical fighter, But he has an air of leadership about him as well. The Sotaicho laughs, telling him that he did a great thing, killing that arrancar. That's an incredible feat for a mere lieutenant to achieve, something certainly worthy of Captainship. And then, He offers Yoshirou the captain spot of the eleventh division. Yoshirou agrees whole-heartedly, Swapping his Armband for a Haori later that day.

The calming storm, the wind-swept rains/Time as a Captain

Noone objected to his promotion to captain, For several reasons. He had killed an arrancar his captain had failed to. He was an extremely skilled fighter, as evident by this, an able strategist when need be. Also, Since he had beaten anyone in the seireitei who had ever challanged him to a spar, None particularly wanted to challange his right to the title of "Kenpachi"

Thus the ceremony went without a hitch, him recieving that haori he had wanted for so long. His first act of business as a captain? To fill that spot that he had left behind. The division now needed a lieutenant. Yoshirou had to earn his way into the spot, and he felt the next lieutenant should be made to do this as well. Thus he told the members of the eleventh division that the first person to prove themselves to him would be granted the spot.

Over the next few years there were several missions that required that special, manaical, psychosocial, complete lack of any care for personal well being that only members of the eleventh division possess.

One in particular seemed to show great promise. The fourth seat, Hakudoshi Rentai. A skilled fighter, Having both Shikai and bankai. However he was extremely clumsy with his bankai, Worse by far than someone who had trained for centuries for it. However he still had it, Which meant that he had spiritual potential. He was a skilled swordsman, A bit lacking in the tactical bit, though that's not really needed for 11th. He also was quite good at kido, which was an oddity in the eleventh division.

After observing him for a while more, He decided. He called a meeting of the eleventh division, And told them that Hakudoshi Rentai would be promoted to the rank of Lieutenant. Later that week there was a ceremony, And he was officially given his lieutenants armband.

Hakudoshi was a promising boy, And as lieutenant and captain they had to spend time together, And Yoshirou began to mentor him somewhat. He'd spar him, on a frequent basis, And teach him to better use his sword, and his shikai. He even taught him to control his bankai better. Over the years he became a friend with the younger shinigami, Although he didn't exactly show it. However just the fact that he trained him as seriously as he did showed that he cared, although noone knew him well enough to realize this. He was tough on the young one, However every time the boy did something right, he told him so. This praise was a rare thing from Yoshirou, And over time, they grew an unspoken friendship.

The birth of a black cloud/Enter, The Hollow within Yoshirou's conscience

And so life progressed normally for a century, Until a report came in. Humans had been dying in huge numbers, and a shinigami who was performing Konso on souls that were all chained to the same spot on the earth was confronted by an arrancar. A powerful one too, Above the level of most captains by the report of the shinigami. According to him, He was unable to breathe, to even move his slightest muscle. The arrancar gave him a simple message. To send the one who had killed an arrancar named Espina a century ago to the very spot, Or else humans will keep being massacred. She then threw him into a tree, and left. He returned to the soul society once he regained conscienceness as the blow had knocked him. Upon hearing this news, Yoshirou was taken back over a century, To when his mentor was killed, And he killed the Rose arrancar..Whose name was Espina.

He went to the Captain Commander, And told him he would kill the Arrancar. The Sotaicho agreed, But told Yoshirou he had to take at least one shinigami with him for back up. Yoshirou agreed, And told Kensei he would take his own lieutenant. And thus, A day later, They set off for the human world.

They came to place where the Shinigami had nearly met his death, But there is noone there. Seeking to change that, Yoshirou begins to slowly release his pressure, First merely a trinkle, before he really lets the floodgates open, releasing that equivalant to your average captain. To prevent from being suffocated, Hakudoshi releases his own reiatsu, in equal amounts to Yoshirou. Two strong captain level pressures? This cannot be resisted. The arrancar is there in seconds, And her dress is strange. She is wearing White robes, Almost the reverse of the Shinigami robes. However over her torso there is little cloth. A small strip going up, barely wide enough to cover her navel, Splitting and widening to completely cover her voluminous breasts, but because of the tightness of the cloth no detail, not even the nipple, is left to imagination. Once reaching her arms, They cross over her shoulders, Presumably meeting more cloth from the back, And Expanding into full sleeves, Rather bell like at the bottom. No Zanpakuto is seen on her though. Her hair is rather odd, Tied into a log ponytail at the back, Reaching to about her rear, With two much shorter, Possibly hand length ones over her temples, That are tied so that there is a five inch section going up at an angle, keeping the ponytails from hanging directly over her head. She looked between the two of them, no emotion ever crossing her face. She asks which one of the two killed Espina, And Yoshirou steps forward, Saying that he killed her. The Arrancar grins, Before releasing her reiatsu, In such quantities as to eclipse both of theirs.

Now to Yoshirou, this is nothing. He is still holding most of his reiatsu in. However, For Hakudoshi who was releasing his full blast to match his captain, it is overwhelming, and he falters. The Arrancar darts for him, Sonido'ing, However with just pure leg strength, Yoshirou is between them, The Arrancar's fist in his hand. She raises an eyebrow, before jumping back a good ten feet. Yoshirou tells Hakudoshi to step back, so he won't get hurt. Hakudoshi protests, But after a more forceful command, he submits, shunpo'ing out of sight. Now that he knows noone else will get hurt, He won't have to spend any time thinking about anyone but himself and the arrancar. He smiles, Before dashing at her, His fist drawn back under his shoulder, Before it rockets foward, The strenght of a mammoth behind it.

But this is a simple attack, made to purposeful toy with the arrancar, And she plays the game. Catching the fist, She use it as leverage to flip over Yoshirou, Bending her knees so as to try to kick him in the back of his head. However, Yoshirou turns on the balls of his feet, And grabs her left foot, Before twisting his entire body violently, Whipping her through the air and sending her flying through the air at the forest, Impacting her directly into a tree, and into the ones behind, razing a large swath of destruction through the forest thanks to a domino effect. He grins, Admiring his work somewhat, Before raising his arm a split second before The arrancar is on him again, Her leg crashing down into the arm, Causing Yoshirou's feet to exert such pressure upon the earth that it crumbles under him, Forming a small crater, However Yoshirou seems undamaged, As with a swing of his arm he pushes her away from him. He grins at her, An earnest grin. This is the most fun he's had in a while, his hate of fighting forgotten from the thrill of it. He asks her for her name and she tells him Cadena. He then introduces himself, Yoshirou Akiyama, Taicho no Juichibantai. She grins, Saying that only a captain would have been powerful enough to kill her sister, Before she's on him again, A fist aimed for his face which his races his arm to block, But it's a feint. The arm retracts even as her knee explodes upwards, Impacting into his gut and sending him flying into the air.

Stopping his motion by solidifying spiritual pressure around him, He grins, now suspended mid-air. Wiping his mouth off, He spits, Blood, presumably from a nice little internal bruise, being mixed with the saliva. And with that, he draws his sword, Before Bending his knees, And moving at near the speed of shunpo with pure physical strength, appearing before the arrancar again, Sword raised, before it crashes down into her. Her eyes flash suprise as she raises both hands, Attempting to catch it, and she does, in a way. Her open palms catch the blade, which Yoshirou had not even put his whole strength behind, and it pierces her Hierro with ease, Digging into her until it hits the bones of her hands, Blood bursting from the wound because of the force of the impact.

She screeches, Darting back, Something different in her eyes now. It's clear that with this wound, the entire tone of the fight has changed. No longer are the two toying with eachother, but the fight is real now. Whipping her left arm out, Something slides of the sleeve. She's now weilding a short double bladed dagger, of what looks to be indian make.


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Role Playing Sample:

Aristotle sighs. He's so fricken bored... He shifts slightly, Waking up a few muscles that the gargoyles sharp corners had sent to sleep. He looks down. He's probably about 100 feet off the ground. Some japanese person apparently really liked gargoyles, Cause this building has four..Aristotle is currently sitting on the one facing southwest. In the distance he can see the hell zone. Dispicable place, Aristotle has gone in there a few times to train his own powers...And with that though he feels something leave the hell zone. He's taken it upon himself to make sure nothing leaves that hellish place.. He jumps.

He falls for a good four seconds, His trench coat flapping around his elbows, Before his wings snap open, Sliding through slits in his shirt and in his trench coat, Expanding to their full width of sixteen feet, A Huge wing span. Anyone below him would see his wings silhouetted against the full moon, Would assume he's merely an illusion..Or a bird that's closer than it appears somehow, That must be it. No beast could have such huge wings, Certainly not a human, And such a wide tail, Which is in reality Aristotle's trench coat, Staying afloat on friction with the air. With a flap of his wings he begins to fly.

He's always loved flying..The liberating feeling, The wind rushing through his feathers. A few downy ones are freed from his hair by the rushing wind, He keeps his hair pretty plucked but there are always a few downy feathers in there. The cold air wakes him up, His alertness rising. He breathes the thin air easily, His lungs have adapted over the years, He's always thought them to be more efficent than most humans...Probably because of all the thin air he breathes. That's probably why he's so God damn crazy, He thinks with a spurt of humor.

He flies quickly, Not flapping as much as glides, Keeping afloat on thermals from the city, Hot air rising from buildings cooling off now that it's night. This way he makes it the several miles in only a few minutes. Anyone on the ground who his shadow passed over would probably not even be aware of it, It would be fleeting enough to be hidden by a blink.

He sets down lightly at the edge of the hell zone, His wings folding back into hiding. The hollow is somewhere around here...He closes his eyes briefly, And then they snap open again. The bastard is behind him. Ari spins around quickly, And sees the offending hollow, A large lizard shaped one, however it is qutie weak, Probably not even a menos. A large horn is formed on his mask, Going back from it's thin head. It opens it mouth and roars at Aristotle, The second row of teeth, on the inside gleaming in the blackness.

Aristotle doesn't hesistate, A large fireball forming above him and launching itself into the beast mouth. Part of it was solid, And rather sharp, Cutting into it, The mask cracking slightly from the sheer force, As not all of the crystal went into the beasts mouth. It closes it's mouth to try and prevent it from getting in, But that was a mistake. A shard of the mask crumbles away, Revealing the beasts eye. Aristotle ignores this. He can't afford to think of these beasts as humans...He would hesititate, Stop, Pray for their soul even. And while he's praying they would attack.

With ruthlessness he reappears behind the beast, Fire blazing around both of his arms, His trench coats sleeves mysteriously not being burned, As the fire turns into two huge spikes of crystal. He stabs these straight through the back of the beasts head, Going all the way through, And breaking the mask off. Although this would turn a menos into an arrancar, It turns this weak hollow into a dead soul, The entire body of it turning into spirit particles, Dissapating into the air. Aristotle alights onto the ground softly. Because of the way the menos turned his head, His back is now to the hell zone..And this is a mistake.

With a growl an adjuchas slams into his body, A claw or something penetrating through his trench coat, Cutting slightly into his shoulder. He is barely able to Fire flash away before it would have been a little serious. A flame burns over his shoulder, Healing the wound slowly, Stopping the bleeding immediately.

F*cking..Bastard. You used that Hollow to get me off my guard..

The adjuchas shifts. Now that Aristotle can see it clearly, It might even be related to that fucking hollow. It's body is lizard like, It's hollow mask seems to cover it's entire body, Scales on every part of it. Three horns are on it's long head, One on the top, And two on each of the lower sides, All facing straight back, And all parallel. It's eyes are both red, With flame designs over them, Spiraling up to meet and go straight up the middle horn. It's hands have long claws, And besides that two small spikes, About a foot beyond the middle finger, Coming out of it's wrists. Aristotle's blood drips from the tip of one of those spikes, That is what cut him. The beasts tail has a large mace like appendage on the end of it, The size of a small watermelon, Or a human head. It's blood red eyes focus on Aristotle.

I...I am Sliuthard. And i have come to free my master...

Not even given Aristotle time to consider the meaning of these words he charges, Stabbing at Aristotle with the spike. Expecting it this time he is much faster, Stepping to the side and twisting his body. Fire forming around his arm, Hardening into tens of spikes protruding forward. He punches the beast, The spikes stabbing into it, Breaking through it's scales, Piercing it's flesh.

The beast is not even phased. It's keeps moving, The spikes breaking off inside of it, The scales healing over quickly.... IT turns around mid step, Jumping up, Spinning in the air, The mace headed for Aristotle's head. He bends over backwards, Thanking his stars for flexibility. The beast lands, And keeps up it's relentless attack.

Aristotle, After desperatly bringing up pieces of fire crystal to block each attack, Each piece only good for one, Too brittle in his unreleased form to do any good. He Fire flashes away again, Unfurling his wings mid flash, Appearing in the sky, Fifty feet in the air, His wings unfurled, Flapping slowly.

...You've pissed me off now.

Aristotle's entire demeanor changes, As he shirks off the coat. It falls to the ground slowly, And fire begins to burn on his entire body. His shirt is soon gone, But his jeans remain. His eyes turn yellow, His pupils becoming black and slit like. Soon changes wrack his entire body. A tail stabs through his jeans, Bare and pink, A bone spike on the end of it, Slithering out to four feet of length. His wings, His forearms, His lower legs and feet, They all seem to blaze in black fire, And as it ebbs and subsides they change. His wings are now pitch black, One in every six feathers however is a deep dark red, Contrasting slightly with the other feathers. On his forearms feathers grow rapidly, His entire arm up to his elbows becoming covered in feathers, All black, But then twelve grow around his wrists, Each one as long as his forearm, Each one a dark red. Three very short curved ones grow against his elbow, The end one resting on bare skin. Claws grow out of his fingers, each one two inches long, Each one super sharp.

On his legs the deal is repeated in a way. Black feathers stab through his jeans the entire way up, And a long red feathers stabs through his jeans at the knee, Going straight down to his feet, Stopping at half knee, The feahter is dark red, A stark contrast against the dark blue of the denim fabric the jeans is made from. His shoes have already melted, Forming puddles of steaming liqiud on the ground. His feet bulge slightly, The skin turning craggy and yellow, Becoming like the skin of a bird's talon. His nails turn into talons, However most barely go past the flesh, Except for the big toe. A large three inch long talon arcs from his toe.

Feathers grow rapidly on his four foot long tail, In the same distribution as on his wings, One red feather to every six black ones. A sort of mane of feathers forms at the place where the bone spike emerges, It is by now tipped by a short inch long blade, Making up a quarter of the four inch long bone weapon.

Feathers grow from his head, a huge long plumage forming, Almost like a native american headdress, Every single feather emerging from his scalp. A single red one shoots above the black plumage reaching halfway down his black, Almost like a crest.

As a final piece of this transformation two small horns emerge from this plumage, Curving upwards, However they are small, Not much use as weapons.

His movements are much quicker now as Fire flashes all around the beast, The blade feathers on his arms slashing at him, Cutting into his scales, A Flurry of movement. The beast is disoriented by this, And just flails around, Trying to hit aristotle, Who is always gone before his fists get there. All twelve feathers shoot up and he slams his fist into the beasts back, The twelve feathers penetrating the scales. Fire crystal grows from the feathers, Splintering through the beasts body before aristotle pulls away...Too slowly.

The beasts arm whips around, The spike, Which apparently has a bladed tip, Slashes through ari's shoulder, Amputating his entire left arm. Aristotle Gasps, Before fire flashing Away. His eyes turn red, Fire burns around his wings, And he has to stop himself from entering his second release.

You...F*cking...C*cksucker.....You're dead now.

Sliuthard will free his master...

Fire burns around his stump, stopping the bleeding for now.

My patience...Is at an end.

Ari raises his good hand, And fire begins to burn wildly between him and the beast as it charges at him. He closes his hand with force, And the entire fire storm turns to crystal, Millions of crystal piercing the beast from all angles, Skewering his body from every angle, Ripping the very flesh apart. Not even this beasts rapid healing ability could stop or prevent this, And Aristotle's certainty of this is proven as the beasts spiritual pressure evaporates, It is dead..Aristotle falls to the ground, Landing on his right side. He drags himself over to a wall and leans against it. He finnaly looks at the bloody stump, And then gasps slightly. It is gruesome. Apparently it wasn't cut through...But ripped straight through, The blunt force so great that it went straight through a bone. He can see small splinters of what use the be his fibula piercing out of the flesh. He averts his eyes as fire burns around it...It will take a while for this arm to be grown.