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Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:46 am | |
| -Vaizard- General Information:-Full Name: Kouka Izumi --now---> Silencio -Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Kou-Kou (from sister) The Green one (enemies) Natures Penitent (allies) -Noteable Family: Kiniko Izumi (Sister) Mao Izumi (Deceased-Mother) Bara Izumi(Father-Deceased) -Loyalties: Masked Army -Actual Age 160 Appearance:-Appearance:- Spoiler:
Kouka's look and appearance has totally changed. His features are slightly more evil and cold. Though Kouka's gigai is the same as his older appearance. He looks a lot better than he used to and he is near perfection. The whole look change was do to extensive usage of his mask and his skin has become very hard like a hierro. But not as hard as a Hierro but close. Kouka has an omega mark on his forehead that appears whenever he is around super humans. Each of Kouka's fingernails are painted green to match the color of plant leaves. Kouka's eye color is green and his hair color is red and oragned at the mid to bottom section and the top of his hair is colored black with many highlight orange and red strands running through. His skin lastly is semi-pale. -Preferred Wardrobe: Kouka wears a skin tight outfit that shows off his muscle packs. His top is a navy blue silk covering with druidic gold linen that is embroiders the back of his shirt. He wears greenish gray tinged gloves that go up to his mid upper arm. at the top trim of the glove a beautiful purple diamond resides (well two because one is on each arm) with lovely feathers fringing off here and there. At the wrist section there is a kido magnet. Kido magnets allow easier usage of kido, adds more power too, and helps add directional coursing. On his other glove there is no magnet but a bakudo hoop wrister and three healer's tears gems located on the wrister. The gems enhance hewaling polarities and the hoop enables better protective power. On Kouka's waist resides a leather belt that holds a shaman dream catcher. It protects Kouka's dreams from invaders. Kouka's shirt reaches down over his butt and has wicked gold tendrils that are beautiful in a mysterious way. Kouka's pants have beautiful spider web embroidery all over. Kouka almost always wears perfectly made jazz shoes. -Height: 5'6 -Weight: 118 -Physical Age: 18 Race Specific Information:-Former Squad: Kido Corps -Gigai Description: - Spoiler:
Character/Player Bio:-Personality: Kouka is a quiet guy who loves to read. He wishes that his Onee-chan (Kiniko Izumi) would stop hating him. Kouka loves to be around people even though he stays quiet most of the time. He usually stays calm and cool during fights and is a strategist always using research to defeat his opponents. Kouka will cling onto those that he loves with all of his heart. Kouka protects all of his loves with grandeur succession, he cant stand the death of his beloveds. Kouka is soft-hearted but is a ballistic fighter, he can become the coldest person alive. The death of his enemies means very little to nothing to him. Kouka is a perfect singer, his voice can sooth his allies and enemies hearts if they have love and compassion. Since Kouka is almost always in a tranquil state he is always bringing animals toward himself. Animals love Kouka for he is their only humanoid friend that they can trust to not harm them. Kouka hates people who harm nature. -Rank: Elite rogue.... I am not a black list person i am just on the run after memory loss... i have no enemies and no intentions of killing anything...... I just have the power. -History: Kouka was born into money and thought his life was great. Kouka has a sister named Kiniko and an odd family that always seemed on edge. Throughout time the family buisseness started to fail and money dwindled. His sister and parents always fought until the tragic day in which Kiniko walked out the door to go to school and never came back home. Kouka's parents were odd after the incident, they always broke out in pure laughter when talking about Kiniko which drove kouka mad. Kouka was always told that Kiniko ran away, so he always spent his free time looking for her. One day Kouka finally gave up on searching for his sister and later saw a black butterfly fly around his house every so often. A few years after first seeing the black butterfly Kouka left his friends house and walked in the front door to see his sister in a goth lotia dress spattered with blood and shrieking with laughter. Kouka finally noticed a blade on the ground fully drenched in blood next to his parents. Kouka screamed to his sister asking why the hell she would kill his family. Kiniko turned around gave him a twisted smile then disappeared into thin air. Kouka died because when his sister disappeared his heart gave out due to intensive shock. A mysterious shinigami with beautiful silver eyes and hair looked at Kouka's soul and saw that he looked so much like one of the aspiring Kidou users so he sent Kouka to the soul society. When Kouka got sent to the Soul Society he awoke in a flower patch of Chrysanthimums and felt their feelings and freaked out at this form of ESP. Kouka wandered the Soul Society until he reached the gates of this most wonderous of schools. When he walked up to the gates he got stopped by a gate warder and was asked by the warders for his reason to be here. The mysterious shinigami jump over the gates and grabbed Kouka by the arm and told the warders to lay off for Kouka was with him. The male said that his name was Gin Ichimaru and he was the captian of the third division. Gin said that he felt massive spiritual pressure emminating off of Kouka, so he asked if kouka could under go the trial to make it into Shinou Academy. Kouka aced the trial and made it into a high class specialized in powerful Kidou and sword fighting. Kouka aspired to be in Kidou Corps because he is powerful in Kidou and wants to get closer to his sister. Kouka would love to become equally ranked with his sister and to hopefully outshine her so she could get a sense of respect towards him. Kouka becomes super determined for this goal and works tooth and nail to prove himself. Kouka's powers are flower based like his sister and wants to mend the world with nature's grace. When Kouka got excepted into kidou corps he easily surpassed many of the veteran members who were always shocked by his abilities. Kouka was so happy when he gained a higher rank than his sister to the point that whenever he thought about his rank he smiled. Kouka was noticed by his captain to have a rare gateway ability which at the flick of his fingers allows him to summon up a Senkaimon that only he and whoever he wants to follow use. Kouka spends alot of time on missions to the human world to eradicate hollows and bring souls back into the soul society. People have stated that Kouka's strength excels beyond the ex-captain Tessai Tsukabishi of the Kidou Corps and he could manipulate time and space. Kouka is far too intelligent for kind, he has easily been learning forbidden kidou to help out the world during this crisis and knows that if he gets caught he will be put under a life sentence exile and will never be allowed into the soul society. Kouka became captian of kido corps soon after the previous captain died. And much good came forth from it. The Kido corps flourished farther for a period of time. Kouka always tried to spend time with his sister but was always busy for he has been put under grandeur levels of stress and has a larger responsibility that the normal shinigami could never handle. Kouka never really gets much time to spend and his sister is always away on missions during his free time so he heads out to his favorite garden and talks to his flowers for a few peaceful moments and to clear his head. Kouka is always ready to tackle the world for a better future that might never come, but Kouka believes that if someone is to do it, it will be him. Kouka is renown for going ballistic during fights and always completes his missions to their entirety. Kouka fights with nature and kidou which is obviously known by everyone and can do some messed up stuff to his enemies when it comes down to torture. Kouka is the perfect strategist and knows how to assign roles to fight his enemies without a single casualty pertaining to his allies. Kouka has fought fights with hollows, vaizards, arrancars, and even an Espada and was the victor to each fight. When Kouka interrogates an enemy he leaves his enemies in a state of health that if they get poked by a needle they will practically fall down dead. Kouka has many ways of fighting and every step in the fights leads the enemy closer to death. Kouka rarely ever breaks sweat when he fights. Only two fights Kouka has had trouble with, once was when he fought a high ranking Espada which had to end with Hadō 88 Hiryugekizokushintenraiho which by then the Espada vaporized into air as if he had never been there. The second was when Kouka fought a superhuman who dealt in the use of so called "curse magic". The superhuman used an ability that placed the omega mark on his forehead and causes Kouka's powers to become unstablized when Kouka is around him specifically and or those who have the same ability. Kouka felt that he was not powerful enough to make his life goals become reality so he set out to find the race leader Kenta taila of the vizards. Kouka found Kenta and asked with pure desperation saying that he needed power ultimate to suceed and achieve his life-long goals. Kenta felt the immense Reiatsu and Reiryoku emmiting from Kouka's spirit. Kenta then noticed that Kouka held himself as if he were a captain, so Kenta said that he would train Kouka how to acquire his hollow mask. Kouka went through plenty of training with Kenta and the outher Vizards. Kouka oviously gained his mask extremely fast and strength was increased ten-fold and loved this new power. Kouka's strength in kidou became equal to that of a gods, Kouka physical strength also became extremely powerful. Kouka's kidou spells affects have been changed into a more hollow like form, they are the same hado and bakudo spells yet they have been changed into a more death-like form. The many other vizards were extremely impressed by my accomplishments as a vizard to the point that they all start to accept as a member of their "family" and is most always with another vizard when they go out to "hunt". Kouka's bankai and shikai were changed to match his "new self" and is a little bit darker than normal. Kouka now has an innate ability to absorb the souls of those he kills and they increase his soul power. Kouka now became the Demon of Nature. After awhile Kouka started feeling strange and started blacking out every so often. These obscene occurences continued to happen for over three years and then one day it stopped. He thought that this was strange but he felt relieved but in truth he did not know what was going on with his brain. Inside his brain a malignant tumor was forming and reconstructing Kouka's brain. A year passed with no black outs then out of the blue Kouka fell into a comatosive state. Kouka stayed in his comatosive state for around thirty years and amazingly he awoke. Kouka was not Kouka anymore. Everything about Kouka changed. Kouka had no memories just great silence and long pauses. His memory was just one big whole hole. The hospital had not found any records of Kouka so they left his name written as Silencio the man of silence. Kouka now Silencio found his way out of the hospital and made it to a grassland filled with beautiful chrysanthemums. Silencio was now shocked, the plants were talking to him. Soon following a huge chrysanthemum formed in front of Silencio and turned into a blade with plant inscriptions all over it. Silencio spent years training with the blade that talked to him and Silencio remastered his shikai form. Every thing was going fine until a man with a facemask that looked monstorous entered his domain. Silencio's zan. spirit was screaming at him for it wanted Silencio to leave the premesis immediatly. Silencio's hollow mask started to form when the powerful man continued to get closer to him. Silencio was scared as hell for he had never worn his mask in his current lifetime. Flowers started to grow all around Silencio's body to protect him. These flowers were not controlled at all by Silencio but of a mysterious girl. And the flowers were roses to be exact. The teenager looking girl held a slight resemblance to SIlencio. The flowers surrounding him that were his grew quite curious. They wanted to know why there was a resemblance, so the contacted the roses. The roses responded that the girl was Silencio's brother but they did not use the name Silencio but Kouka. Silencio himself wanted to know what the reason the girl looked a lot like him. Silencio walked up to the girl and asked her what her name was. The girl looked at Silencio with widened eyes and wonderment. She had felt ok with her brother's forgetting. Slightly her hatred decreased. She looked at Silencio and spoke the words, "Its me Kouka, your sister Kiniko." Silencio felt awestruck but he also heard the hatered in her voice so he immediatly backed off. Silencio asked the girl Kiniko if she could take over and do the fight and after she said yes he ran away. Silencio now is currently running away from the masked army and is trying to hide the best he can. He has no plans of killing anything but just running. ~~~~Kouka is soft-hearted and has the voice of an angel. Yes Kouka controls nature but he can sing animals and insects into an unadulterated tranquil state once they hear his musical notes. Kouka doesn't exactly control noise and sound vibrations he can resonate the air around him to make the noises he makes different. Kouka is extremely capable of near anything, he is powerful in kidou and melee.~~~~~
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| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:03 pm | |
| -Roleplay Samples:- Spoiler:
When it came to the Feast of Winter Veil, the Argent Crusade organizers surpassed the call of duty. No expense was spared, no festive addition left unexplored. For every Azerothian who argued that nothing good would come of such profligate revelry on Icecrown Citadel’s doorstep, at least three more had reasons to counter. After all, there was much to celebrate this year. The first major crack had appeared in the Citadel’s armor shortly before midwinter. Despite certain inflammatory leaders and the Lich King’s own designs, open war between Alliance and Horde had so far been avoided. The alliance with the Knights of the Ebon Blade continued to strengthen, and the military presence from the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor had solidified in Northrend.
With both the high road and popular opinion firmly on their side, the Argent Crusade set about creating the celebration soon after the end of Pilgrim's Bounty. They called the event the Tournament of the Winter Veil, because a grand elimination tournament would be the climax of the festival. Orders were dispatched to every corner of Azeroth, and were the subject of much speculation. Before long, messengers and deliverers began to arrive at the Crusade's patch of frozen earth in the remote northeast corner of Icecrown. They bore invoices, parcels, packages, and manifests for wagon and ship loads.
Travelers to the Argent Crusade’s daily jousts returned to their homes with tales of the strange goods arriving at the Tournament Grounds: exotic metals from the smiths of Thorium Point; strange fruits from Stranglethorn Vale; fireworks from Saltheril’s Haven and Moonglade; livestock fat for slaughter from the Barrens and Nagrand; bolts of cloth and barding from the tailors of Darnassus; and barrels and casks of potent drink from Gadgetzan, Sholazar Basin, Blackrock Depths, and the ogres of Blade’s Edge—just to name a few.
Next, the invitations went out. For the most part, these consisted of bright, eye-catching bills pinned to the notice boards outside every tavern and town hall from Darkshire to the Stormspire. A number of special invites, printed in the gold, silver, and black of the Argent Crusade, were hand-delivered to certain distinguished persons. Some of these meant to ensure the presence of Azeroth’s leaders; others were appropriately flattering requests to attend the invitation-only joust tournament that would comprise the last two days of the celebration.
The Argent Crusade built a number of wooden lean-tos and hoisted tents to house the anticipated multitudes on the open ground east and south of the two Pavilion tents. Indoors, the Silver Covenant and Sunreaver Pavilion floors were sectioned off. Luxurious tents of silk, leather, and canvas were raised there, out of the weather, to house the royal families and their attendants. Long feast tables beneath protective awnings were placed around the south and east wings of the Coliseum. The grandstands around the Ring of Champions were doubled in size, and a large box built in the center of the stands to comfortably seat Azeroth's nobles. Tales of anticipated delights grew to the point that some worried that the reality couldn’t possibly live up to the talk. Others were sure that the Argent Crusade would keep a few surprises up its sleeve no matter what.
At last, the opening day of the celebration arrived. Thousands of people of all races swelled the Tournament Grounds. Highlord Tirion Fordring officially opened the festivities, standing on a platform before the Argent Pavilion and welcoming everyone to the Tournament of Winter Veil. He had to shout to be heard, his words passed back along through the crowd for the benefit of those at the outer fringes.
With Fordring and his honor guard stood the leaders of Azeroth. It made the mind reel to see such great folk, some of them open adversaries, occupying the same space and waving to the vast crowd—even if the Horde leaders kept rank on one side of Fordring and the Alliance, the other. From the tauren Cairne Bloohoof with his broad bare chest furred and comfortable in the arctic cold, to High Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorque standing on a discreet box that allowed him to see over the railing, every noble house of Azeroth's great races was present.
It was five days before Midwinter. Highlord Fordring reminded all those present that the Argent Tournament's usual rules of armistice were in effect throughout the festival and would be enforced. He went on to add that he was certain such enforcement would be unnecessary, as the holiday spirit was thick as ghosts in the air. To emphasize his point, he indicated the mist raised by all the mingled breathing and talking. He got the laugh he wanted, waved once, and stepped down from the platform with a smile and a handshake for each of the visiting dignitaries.
Inwardly, the Highlord said a prayer of thanks to the Light that the opening ceremonies had gone so well. The periodic visits of Warchief Thrall and Garrosh Hellscream, coinciding with those of Varian Wrynn and Lady Jaina Proudmoore, had in particular worn his nerves thin. Adding the rest of Azeroth's noble families was a gamble. At least, thought Tirion as he strode into the Argent Pavilion in search of something resembling a large brandy, it was well begun.
Outside the Pavilion, the revelers began to amble through the grounds. Many folk had never been to the Tournament before and were openly awed at what they saw. Even those seasoned fighters who visited regularly were impressed. Garlands of holly and mistletoe bordered every arch and doorway. Red, white, and green streamers wrapped around every post, gate, and railing. At the stables, squires braided festive ribbons and favors into the bridles of the Tournament mounts. Vendors hawked their wares from the stalls southwest of the Coliseum and along the path to the Aspirants' Ring in the northwest. Many of the these offered spiced sweets free to children and hot drinks to their parents, earning them extra business for this small kindness.
All manner of folk thronged the grounds, from every race and continent, from infants to bent-backed old warriors. The chefs worked all morning and afternoon roasting and baking, and the brewmasters sweated to keep up with the demand for the excellent and varied drink as the afternoon waned toward evening.
The Crusade patrollers were on hand to put a quick stop to any grievances, but on this first day at least, nobody seemed compelled to fight. If one looked closely enough, it was possible to see the occasional night elf give a brief smile to a passing tauren, or—more incredibly still—to catch a Forsaken warlock stooped in a half bow to a gnome child. People ate, laughed, sang, drank, danced, and slept at will. The tables were laden and bellies were full. Teams of musicians played lively tunes at each of the Coliseum's four wings.
As the sun began to set, Jaina Proudmoore took her leave of the company in the Argent Pavilion to saunter through the Tournament Grounds arm in arm with her chamberlain, Aegwynn. Beneath long blond locks, Jaina's face reflected the serene calm she was feeling for the first time in she didn't know how many months. She strode without purpose, a relaxed set to her shoulders. It felt delicious to be so totally at ease.
The former Guardian at her side was by contrast as excited as a child. Aegwynn had braided back her long gray hair and was looking around constantly, trying to see everything at once, setting the plait in motion. Her eyes were bright and merry beneath the wrinkles of age. She was like some ancient spirit of the season, Jaina thought; she herself had no trouble succumbing to Aegwynn’s infectious good cheer.
From time to time, Aegwynn would let go long enough to dash over to a booth selling trinkets or foodstuffs. After a few moments, Aegwynn would emerge from her detour bearing a glass bauble to string about her neck, or a giant turkey leg which she waved around like a club, or a souvenir tabard to slip over her head. Jaina wasn’t sure, but she thought that Aegwynn was wearing no less than six tabards layered over her robes.
The two women passed the Aspirant's Ring and walked out to the northwest ledge to watch the sun set over the palisades and the sea below. Aegwynn finished her turkey leg, tossed the bone off the cliff, and dragged her ample sleeve across her mouth. “Are you happy we came, my Lady?” she asked, looking up at Jaina. There was a time when the Guardian would have looked down by several inches on the archmage, but the centuries had a way of bending one beneath their weight. “Or would you prefer to still be shuttling between Dalaran and Theramore, buried in the damned politics and paperwork you complained about leaving behind?”
The sun burst from behind a fleeting cloud, bathing the sea in molten gold and dazzling their eyes. Jaina turned her head away from the brightness and laughed, hugging Aegwynn’s arm to her side. “Don’t you dare my lady me, Aegwynn,” she retorted. “And the damned politics and paperwork, as you say, will still be waiting for me when I get back, deeper than ever.” She inhaled hugely, but shook off the weight with a laugh instead of a sigh. “Yes, I’m happy we came. Everyone needs to escape their responsibilities sometime, at least for a little while.”
Aegwynn nodded. “And you have more than most.” Turned as she was toward Jaina, she caught movement from behind them out of the corner of her eye. “Too bad you can't escape them all,” she added in a murmur.
Jaina felt the other woman’s tension through her arm and noted the direction of Aegwynn’s gaze. Nodding, she leaned her cheek against Aegwynn’s rough gray head, listening to the now-audible footsteps crunching through the snow toward them. “At least he’ll be fighting in the tournament, so I won’t have to baby-sit,” she whispered.
Aegwynn whispered back, “The tournament’s two days away, and I don’t think baby-sitting is at all on his mind.” As whispers went, it was an awfully loud one. Jaina resisted the urge to elbow her chamberlain in the ribs as the footsteps stopped mere yards behind them.
“Now, here's a lovely picture.” The voice, at once haughty and warm, embodied the duality that existed to the core in its owner, and to which Jaina had learned she must not give an inch. Unfortunately, the man could be as charming and genuine as he was volatile, which made her distrust of him—despite her outward show of support—harder for her conscience to bear.
It didn’t help that he had recently begun to court her, making no secret of his intentions.Jaina turned smoothly, affecting surprise, reflecting nothing. “Hello, Varian,” she said pleasantly.Aegwynn, not partial to such niceties, peered at Varian from beneath Jaina’s chin and her own craggy brows. “Well, if it isn’t the king of Stormwind,” she announced. “Now this is a nice surprise. Isn’t it a nice surprise, my lady?” Her voice and face were all innocent delight, yet Jaina sensed the mockery there and was sure Varian could too.
“Thank you, Aegwynn,” said Jaina firmly, hoping to quell her. To her horror, she found she was biting back laughter, rather than dismissing Aegwynn to other tasks, as she often did when Varian visited them in Theramore and her chamberlain was disinclined to be cooperative. Which, Jaina thought, was most of the time where Varian Wrynn was concerned. On that subject, Aegwynn was clear: Varian represented the single biggest threat to undoing everything Jaina had worked so hard to achieve since Lordaeron fell.
Jaina eyed Varian warily. Her position was a unique one, on two very different fronts. She represented the sole human beachhead in Kalimdor, which to Varian’s ambitions was a perfect conduit through which to launch an invasion or repel an attack in Horde territory. To Varian as widower, father, and man, however, Jaina Proudmoore was nearly as tempting as her city. She was beautiful, intelligent, well-bred, and independent. Jaina could hear this opinion in everything Varian said, and didn't say. She claimed none of those attributes herself.
What she did claim, she hoped, was that she was also intimidating. She had helped to nurse Varian's physical and mental health when he'd been only a shell of a man—or, rather, two men. He'd healed and overcome many of his demons, but she still had the psychological advantage of having known him at his worst and most helpless. Since that time, she had stood firmly in his way to prevent outright war with the Horde, counseling wisdom and refusing to credit his rantings. Her power gave him pause. It was probably the only reason he hadn’t asked outright for her hand.
Her deeper instincts (and, frequently, Aegwynn) screamed that he was the wrong choice for husband. He was reckless. He was dangerous, in more ways than one. His sheer masculinity appealed to Jaina on a primitive level, one that she often thought would make her life easier if she didn't possess. His courtship, while disturbing in all its implications, was also gratifying in a way that made her squirm in self-disgust. That same weakness whispered to her on sleepless nights, revealing that despite everything, some dark corner of her psyche still loved Arthas.
Ignorant of the turmoil in Jaina’s mind, Varian knit his brows at Aegwynn before according her a short nod. He turned his attention back to Jaina. The sounds of music and revelry came faintly to them across the grounds. Small groups of people strolled at a distance, but no one else had chosen to watch the sunset from their particular vantage point. Jaina stood in a nimbus of sunset light that tangled in her hair like a golden crown. Her face was in shadow so he couldn’t see her expression: just the curve of cheek and jaw as she coyly laid her cheek against Aegwynn’s hair.
He wasted no time coming to the point. “Jaina, do me the honor of dining with me tonight.” Despite the courteous phrasing, it wasn't a request. Jaina raised her head slowly, keeping her face expressionless. She had in fact hoped to dine with Thrall, in an attempt to rekindle her recently distanced friendship with the Warchief; to simply let him know she had enjoyed their conversations on the bluffs above Razor Hill, and missed them. However, she hadn't had the opportunity to speak to him about it—he'd been spirited away from the Argent Pavilion right after Tirion's speech by Sylvanas Windrunner, and between her and Garrosh, he'd seemed to have his hands full. Informing Varian of her intent to sup with his least favorite Horde leader would certainly dispel the tranquility and happiness Jaina had felt all afternoon. She wasn't ready to let go of it.
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| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:03 pm | |
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| | | Reikon Hanpa
Posts : 336 Join date : 2009-08-05
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:46 pm | |
| What is Kido Capt. Vizard? | |
| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sun Feb 14, 2010 2:14 am | |
| Ok now im completely finished..... | |
| | | Reikon Hanpa
Posts : 336 Join date : 2009-08-05
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sun Feb 14, 2010 5:53 am | |
| In that case, this is up to Yoshi. PM him | |
| | | Yoshirou Akiyama Gotei 13 General/1st Division Captain
Posts : 229 Join date : 2009-08-07 Age : 31 Location : Right infront of you.
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:23 am | |
| You were never approved as a captain on the old AD. If you go back and read your history, Not once did you mention being a captain. Also, Your history will have no impact upon your power levels. So you won't be stronger than Tessei, And you won't have this Senkeimon skill you made up.
Honestly, It'd be better if you just made a brand new app. Either way, I'm not approving you as a former captain.
Sorry to seem rude. | |
| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:00 am | |
| I was not a captain before becoming a vizard, i was one of those starting as a Vizard...
---- My first app was to become the captain but before i finished someone rose to power ..... so i had to remake......
------ I told everyone that my char. was originally a capt. before the A.D. history started and it was ok they said....
--- but in common knowledge i was one....
I had the senkaimon ability and strength over Tessei then.... i did not change my character really that much....
I think if the data was already approved in the past i can keep it....
sssoooo...... | |
| | | Reikon Hanpa
Posts : 336 Join date : 2009-08-05
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:58 am | |
| That's not completely true. New site new rules, new limitations. That plus the fact that we aren't approving that many Captain-level Vaizards, or Vaizards with auto-bankai. | |
| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Mon Feb 15, 2010 4:15 am | |
| I dont need my bankai i just want the rank.... I will earn my bankai.....
I can do with just using my shikai and kido magic
..... so please allow me to... I willl earn it i say.... | |
| | | Yoshirou Akiyama Gotei 13 General/1st Division Captain
Posts : 229 Join date : 2009-08-07 Age : 31 Location : Right infront of you.
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Mon Feb 15, 2010 5:22 am | |
| I will approve you as a visored who was a lieutenant before his hollowfication. If you want your kido magic, You will have to apply and train for custom kido.
Is that a deal?
Also, The rank you will get is of the fourth court of the Visored. | |
| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
| Subject: Re: Kouka Revamp... true original char from old A.D. *FIN* Mon Feb 15, 2010 11:02 am | |
| ewwyyy ... i am changing a part of my history... | |
| | | Kouka izumi Segunda
Posts : 55 Join date : 2009-10-08 Location : My flower built castle
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