Kazuma Izumi [complete (fixed)]

General Information:

-Full Name:Kazuma Sakura Izumi

-Nicknames/Aliases/Titles:

-Noteable Family: Kouaka and Kiniko Izumi (brother and sister)

-Loyalties: Seretei, Captain

-Actual Age 375

Appearance:

-Appearance:

Spoiler:

Kazuma has rather long hair that seems to droop below his shoulder blades. Heusually ties this into a pony tail and allows a few bangs droop over his left eye. He has a tattoo on his leftshoulder blade of the izumi clan symbol.
He has golden eyes that can seem to glow from the fact that he has rather pale skin. He has parched lips and a steady face. Kazuma usually wears a rather unusual smirk across his face. He stands at six feet tall. He wears his zanpoktou at his right hip. And sometimes even in a sleeve of his kimono.
Kazuma has long legs, probably four feet tall. And also has long, slender fingers. He has a slim body build. But usually uses his spirit pressure to support most of his strength.

-Preferred Wardrobe: Wears a black Kimono (no pattern) as well as the pants that fit with the kimono that are black as well. Kazuma also likes to wear a small length of yarn that is knitted into lotus shapes stretching across his shoulder.

-Height: 6'0"

-Weight: 132.6 lbs.

-Physical Age: 16

Race Specific Information:

-Squad: 6th

-Seat: third

Character/Player Bio:

-Personality: Kazuma tends to act as if he were still a little child. he also likes to keep to a more feminine side of his personality. Though he can be hot tempered, he can be very understanding. He often questions on how the arrancar can possibly survive the massive attacks the shinigami made on las noches. He has a habit of challenging ones beliefs. Though he has a open mind. The open mind of his, well, it can be vry, creative.
He is more of a pet to his older sister. And does not understand on why his siblings wage conflict amongst another. It is very stupid to watch them play around like that. But he likes just to study, or go to meetings. He does not get a lot of fighting in. His men mainly dothe work. But thats ok with him. He dearly wishes he could get some action every once in a while.

-Rank: regular

-History: Kazuma was born into the clan Izumi. A clan that waged war against one another due to the side of children they were on. Kiniko, Kouka, Or Kazuma clan. These three armies would fight one another in fierce chaos, as his family had told him. And it was simply a myth. But Kazuma wasn't stupid. It was going to happen. And it wouldn't be pretty at all.
Kazuma was only eight years old when the massacre of his parents and brother came. Kiniko had died, and came for revenge. Though she never noticed his existance. As his parents had hidden him away. Kazuma simply sat in the cell under the floorboards. Hearing the screams of his dieing parents throughout the night. And hearing his brother simply falling limp onto the floor. Kazuma could only wait, and hope he would never be caught. As Kiniko checked the house for any survivors or burglars frequently. And Kazuma was almost always attacked by hollows. Only fending them off with a zanpokto he had stolen from a dead shinigami.

The little boy that was Kazuma sooon became known as the Ghost of Karakura. One second you'd see him, the next you're sprawled on the floor coughing blood out of your lungs due to a broken rib.
Kazuma was no murderer, but he did get away with killings of enemies of the Izumi clan. The killings were swift, quick, and painful. Because Kazuma had self mentored himself on how to fight as a Ronin.

He would travel along with two weapons. A cane sword. And a zanpokto that looked rather liked a tantou he rarely used. According to the living victims. But that was all but too few witnesses for a crime.
Kazuma would roam the countryside day and night. He let his hair grow out. Wear all but a normal shirt. And he would gather his money for assassinations, massacres, and was famous for his robberies and defense techniques. This was all because he analyzed what his opponents would do. A trait of his, it was, for Kazuma to find small patterns. Not usual for a child at fourteen years of age. But this did not matter. Because his home in the Karakura had been burned down to the ground himself. Fearing Kazuma would attempt to go back to a life of hiding. He wouldn't dare.

When Kazuma was sixteen. In a duel to the death. Kazuma lost his footing, and was decapitated on the spot. His head was over 90,000 Ryo.

When Kazuma was pulled out of his corpse. He didn't know where to go. But simply evolved into a hollow.
As a hungry hollow. He wandered the countryside. Looking for souls, more or so women, and enemies of the clan Izumi.

But when a soul reaper tried to purify him. The gates of the underworld opened. Going back to his normal appearance was excruciating. But when the time came. Kazuma sacrificed an arm and a leg to the gates, and was sent to the soul society.

Kazuma lived in a small appartment. where a bunch of ghetto people lived next store. Always having sex and doing drugs and playing music speakers loud. Kazuma barely got any sleep.

But Kazuma joined the soul reaper academy at the age of 158, and was taught through all the ways of the shinigami. Though the war of the arrancars and shinigami had long gone. He had trouble believing any of them were alive. And when anyone pulled the subject. Kazuma would swipe it away.

At the age of 258, Kazuma had successfully been promoted to the fifth seat of the second division.
Kazuma was congratulated. By all but one. His sister Kiniko. who was also in the second division, a rank lower than him. She would simply stare and not accept him as her brother. Thinking she only has one. She would spit on him and crap like that.
But Kazuma didn't give up. He soon later earned her trust about twenty years later.

It was this reunion that actually helped Kazuma gain the aggression and happiness of Kazuma. Having to limbs replace by a prosthetic, it worked perfectly. Acting exactly like a normal limb. And it was rather dense and lightweight.






-Roleplay Samples:
((From a different site))
Opening his grey eyes and batting them shut again, the Lord High King of ?Rouges sat there. Drinking his cup of tea. Savoring its wonderful flavor in his thoughts. It was a tasteful tea to drink. As he sipped at the hot liquid. Until teeming it down to nothing more than liquid entering his stomach. A beautiful scent arising from the china glass he held. Again he opened his eyes.

The King of Rouges, unlikely appearing to be eight years old. Ignored the Shinigami for a long while. Until he noticed an old Colleague, Ichisake.
He did not yet know the last name of her, but he knew the second one, Yuna Ichimaru, the famous spouse of Gin. What a fool he was. Leaving his woman alone in this terrible world. Apparently that mistake would leave him sleeping alone tonight.

The King of Rouges wore his rather old and tattered Captain shinigami uniform. The sign of the eleventh division on the back of the captains jacket, although he had sewn into it, "No longer" in japanese characters.

This, rouge this man, whose name was not known to anyone but himself. And Ichisake. But she hadn't told his glorious sister. Kiniko Hinamori. That he was the last of the famous clan they resided in.

The fight had seemed to get a little rough. He leaped from the small hill he sat on a few hundred yards away and shunpo'd his way towards the two. His small zanpokto, taking up the form of a Tantou, the sheath a royal blue and the handle strapped with fine leather.

As he arrived, he stopped right behind Yuna and Ichisake. Seemingly emotionless in nature. He had decided he would not say a single word to them.
He unsheathed his zanpokto and stood there. While under his breath releasing it into shikai. The Apple, Cherry, and Lilly petals floating gently around him. A childish grin spread, as the beautiful colors danced around him.